Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
life as a cephalopod – 10 'ku
the orcas return just a few deaths today
*
another messiah
crawls out of the woodwork . . .
public lockdown
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the key in your pocket dreams a kingdom of snakes
*
piles of red leaves hanging on the raven’s every word
*
out of the question a cockroach scuttles around
*
the rotten fruit birds eat my face
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snowflakes under my city life as a cephalopod
*
the mermaid’s tongue her love letters become a swarm of bees
*
amber rain
a horde of ghosts roam
the clone factory
*
she comes downstairs
wearing nothing but a fox mask —
cabin fever
John McManus
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
wet feet between daffodils
fugue in concrete
the violets nobody planted
a birds whistle PERFECT
finding a golden coin in mud
self-isolation
cat’s best birthday ever
complex cloud patterns
someone’s new language
drifts high above
wooden terrace
the stupid goldfish jumps
out of his glass again
covid-19 or not
the birch has born
new petals
the spring-like smile
of an empty park bench
| Isabella Kramer |
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
Exo-Valentines
blurred and sharp
its lack of shadow
or surface
is both tactile
and alien
that’s how I love
an off-world marriage
neo-phase datum
“terran du jour”
you say…
adding:
“au rapport du jour”
the octopads
change dna to match mine
different climates
who said three bears
couldn’t find each other
Goldilocks planet
Alan Summers
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
