Strand
Snakes and Parisians (contrary to popular belief) love spider webs,
but not the spiders themselves.
Nuns (who have need for eyes everywhere) love spiders but don’t
care for the webs they weave.
The complications, the strange things people do before the dew has
yet to settle (loosing from the
moon’s train) are foreign to me. But sometimes, when I’m walking
in the woods, I can feel (yet not
see) the lip of some strand stick to me and say: “look at what you’re
missing”, and I can’t wipe it off.
(Off the poem “Spider Web” by Diana Hartog)
The Satin Bowerbird
How much blue does the female satin bowerbird need
in a man?
He displays flowers and pens and berries, dances
with the sky and ocean.
She’ll build her nest around him,
the best dancer,
the overwhelming blue.
Todor Oluic was born and raised in Windsor, On, Canada and is currently attending university for English Literature and Creative Writing. His writing and music centers on the everyday life and seeks to show the trials, the successes, the joys and the sorrows of the average citizen.
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