Best Kinkajou Poems

Last night’s slumber found me in an evening, cloud forest;
a plethora of mosses covered the ground and I found myself walking on a palette of green hues as night’s curtain fell.  Humidity clammed my skin with its touch; free body lotion.  It feels...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured cheeks,
 before their prime.
Those innocents should never have to wrap,
their...

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