May 2021 – Page 2

dVerse — OLN — Kindku Double Feature

Healer Magician, god-imbued face, stage-glides in feathers soul searching each heart to pour the kindness of grace. Mango sunrise through stained glass sears clean forbidden streaks as it heals heaven’s lost. Magicked Magician, your tricks ruffle soft through my feathers, soul strings thrummed in tune. A strange mix of carnal grace, mango martinis where redeemed…

#FF — Pest

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost Vert prided herself on growing enough fruits and vegetables to sustain her family year-round. She used only organic cultivation methods: deploying companion plantings, diatomaceous earth, ladybugs, and sprays from bottles with neem oil, cayenne pepper, and water to deter even the most persistent pest. Yet none of it deterred the…

dVerse — Poetics — Repurposing

“I’m in a glass case of emotion.” -Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, 2004 – Repurposing I’m in a glass case of emotioncasually placed on your shelfa trophy for the world to seeyet suffocating, dessicating,becoming a museum piece;an oddity, an icon of other times,something you visit on “free day” Let me be your Wardian casedeep…

Movies, Movies, Movies! #85 – May 25, 2021

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! Let’s start with one I started to watch, “For Your Consideration” (2006) where I got close to halfway through when it froze and wouldn’t finish playing. It’s a comedy directed by Christopher Guest and written by Guest and Eugene Levy and stars Catherine O’Hara, Stephen Rannazzisi, Ed…

dVerse Haibun Monday and Haikai Challenge 191: Flower Moon

This Spring, in addition to bluebirds nesting in one of their boxes, there are two pair of ducks and a pair of sandhill cranes nesting along the ponds out back. I’ve seen the ducks take flight on my walks. The cranes have strategically placed their nest in an area that is now impassable due to…

The Sunday Muse 161 — Once a Year

Once a year dies the sun at the church on the hill when the mist shroud’s just right and the birds become still. When the bell rings unbid lest we ever forget that we acted as one — once a year dies the sun. They were born in a drought; mother died giving birth. Preacher…