frustration

 

syrphid heads

pop off

way too easily

 

(by anna solecki)

 

habits of phorid flies

 

emerging from buried corpses six feet under, or heads of decapitated ants

from specimens kept in formalin, termite mounds, shoe polish and emulsion paint

the world is their oyster, preferably a dead one

 

a sisyphean task

 

pin with point, glue, fly: pinned

pin with point, glue, fly: pinned

ad infinitum

 

(by anna solecki)

 

a simple question

 

where do insects go

when it rains drizzles or pours?

does anybody know?

 

(by anna solecki)

 

firefly

 

little flecks of light

gone as soon as they’ve appeared

in the dead of night

 

(by anna solecki)

 

sleeping chironomid

 

seventeen years in dry dirt, desiccated and unmoving

a few drops of water

the larvae of Polypedilum vanderplanki awaken

 

(by chris borkent)

 

the agony of choice

 

the mosquito’s high-pitched whine, or the deer fly’s low drone

or the silent bloodletting of black flies or biting midges

what’s your favorite biting fly?

 

metamorphosis

 

how do the wings form

on caterpillars long and sleek

without so much as buds?

 

(by anna solecki)

 

butterfly wings

 

 

the colour and pattern of butterfly wings are made up of thousands of tiny scales

those scales are worn off and lost over the life of the butterfly

where do they go? and what would the earth look like if they all just piled up?

 

journey into the unknown

 

a caterpillar

starts out across the pavement

does it realize?