I Wrote a Song About the Moon. It Has Commitment Issues.
I didn’t mean to write another song about abandonment…but the moon was out again. Looking luminous and emotionally…
Sensual Ferns (Probably?)
You say my name like a secret,
low and trembling
and I—
accidentally knock over a teacup and scream.
Did God Forget Me or Just Lose My Address?
Sometimes I whisper,
“Hello? Universe?
It’s me, the fox with too many feelings
and not enough divine correspondence.”
Then I stare at the moon,
because she’s the only one
who never interrupts.
I Am the Common Denominator (and Also Possibly the Problem)
I tried meditating,
but ended up yelling at a fern
because it reminded me of someone
who ghosted me in 2019.
Carl says I need perspective.
I say I need a refund
for all this character development
I didn’t ask for.
Thorns of the Heart: A Romantic Woodland Tale
Chapter One: The Arrival of the Mysterious Stranger with Very Good Shoulders
The Greatest Day of My Life (Until the Incident)
I finished my masterpiece, wept into my tail, and declared myself a literary goddess.
Then I stubbed my toe on a rock so emotionally aggressive it canceled joy for the rest of the day.
Carl, You Stubborn Piece of Pine
I poured my heart out. Again.
Carl blinked. Said nothing.
Of course he didn’t.
He’s a pinecone.
But still—
he knows what he did.
Twenty-Seven and Still Becoming
I told myself I feel older in the wise, whimsical way—
like a tree that’s finally okay with having moss in weird places.
But truthfully,
I feel a little haunted by the silence
where love still hasn’t shown up
holding flowers and bad decisions.
Will I Die Wearing This Hat?
by Vixie the Fox, Philosopher of the Slightly Unhinged Afterlife I thought about death today.As one doeswhen one…
An Acorn of Infinite Jest
Or Squirrel Conflict as Metaphysical Allegory by Vixie the Fox, Literary Titan of Her Own Mind This morning,…