When the Dionaea Muscipula flowers, the remaining traps wilt

~ I've grown to love the sound of my name swaddled in the contour of my cupid's bow; rolling off the tides of my tongue; humming like...

~ Sprung from the penetralia of the Bermuda Triangle, she is revived--birthed anew by way of hurricane and salt; Aphrodite emerges poetry...

The storm decapitated the few tulip heads that were brave enough to blossom this April. Tulips are not like the other flowers-- they...