The adventurous little mole, whose name was Oscar, lived in a mole-hole at the bottom of the sea with his unadventurous mother and father and his timid little sister who was scared of everything.His ... [+]
Francis Daulerio is the author of two books of poetry, If & When We Wake (2015) and Please Plant This Book (2018). More info at FrancisDaulerio.com.
Holy is the thingon its slow dance across the night,all chalk-faced and beaming,filling the bedroomwith its ancient light, and peakingthrough all the windows while I tossover and over and over in the shine,actually a little pissedat how not dark tonight's dark is.And normally I'd welcomethis bright peace,having spent many a small hour pressedagainst the window,and just last month jostled my wifeawake, shirtless and giddy,to watch the thing slip behind the earthand vanish, singingthat Bonnie Tyler song as she burrowedback beneath her pillows,slinging groans and slanderswhile the moon, too, tuck