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The moths have their own religion one of colour and flight fuzzy feelers searching for luminescence not so different from us humans following our flights of fancy allowing our imaginations to pave the way for our good intentions not always fulfilled but we try with Sunday school children and church bazaars Sunday sermons and tapioca pudding searching for heights and falling from grace like the moths obsessed with the light Previously published in The Coachella Review in April, 2020 About Arianna Sebo
Arianna Sebo (she/her) is a queer poet and writer living in Southern Alberta with her husband, pug, and five cats. Their home is brimming with cat posts, pet beds, fur, and love. She received her B.A. in philosophy from the University of Calgary, working in legal services to feed her family and writing poetry to feed her philosophical soul. Her poetry can be found in Kissing Dynamite, Lucky Jefferson, The Sunlight Press and Frost Meadow Review. Find out more at AriannaSebo.com.
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Ashley Holloway
14/4/2026 10:23:41 am
This is a beautiful poem - thank you for sharing.
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