Webster

By: Danielle Cracchiolo  

I collect words

like sea glass;

each beautiful,

unique.

I want to fall away into a pool of 

verbs

nouns 

and 

ad

jec

tives.

Forest

By: Danielle Cracchiolo

a forest is something you should’ve seen by now.

no matter what.

somewhere unspecific

in many and one place

simultaneously

blankets of moss dampening

the black soil

from its nourishment, trees grow,

and abundance of plants

thrive,

fireflies twinkling

birds singing

bring me there one day

promise.

for the forest holds

secrets.

i should say one.

the old dead tree holds whispers

the younger; carvings, declarations of

young love

Deer dwell

eating bright red berries

Toadstools squat,

waiting.

but, of course, you should have seen all of this by now.