poetry

Isabella!!

unbroken journal issue 3
Octuber; a cold month trees shed their cloths and sun its light. Isabella and me we ran together to seek a
shelter. Octuber is cold it rains outside; social and political together; raindrops. The trees shed their
leaves some yellow and some still green and the sunlight it grows lighter, colder, and darker. And me
and isabella walked through these leaves crushing them under our feet. The sunlight didnt touch us but
some leaves have thorns and her feet bleed and some rays are harsher
and her skin burned. The
raindrops soothed us; emotional. Social and political; drenched us. Isabella and me still found a shelter,
a safer place, a stone stands there. Octuber is a cold month but we are safe me and isabella now lay asleep.
©Fidoic 2015, first published in Unbroken Journal, Issue 3
poetry

Cartoons.

UnlostCartoons are easy,
To mock
Create one yourself.
An activist in sex trafficking,
Or two countries at Odds
For your consideration,
A free tote bag.
In conversation with Trump
At the house of Nightmares.
To mock.
Cartoons are easy.

(c)fidoic2015
first published in Unlost Journal, Issue 3.