dVerse — MTB — The Shape of Dust

I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste…

dVerse — MTB — Cadralor Form

Crumpled, wet tissue in the motel room corner Orange shag carpet, particle board paneling Salt slush dries white on orange polyester Greyscale drear of earth, sky, clouds, trees At stainless steel polka-dots, figures sit hunched; mangy dogs waiting for the bell Military-grade metal clicks and clangs, Stale sweat, fragile smiles, hollow eyes Leaning on the…

The Birds

This morning into my awareness crept a noise it took my mind a minute to identify and wonder what the heck was going on.  It was the sound of birds.  Not just a few chirps and songs here and there but a chatter, or high-pitched murmur, of the voices of many birds.  I walked to…

#FF — Through the Portal

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Silver-for-Gold helped me with my dating profile as all of my pictures were of Herbert and I. They edited him out. The metaphor hurt. I got a “wink” from Haruki, who listed his hobbies as reading and writing. We became correspondents over the next year.  Post-pandemic, I was on a…

POPO 2021 Day 6

My passion slides in your ears and warms your sweet glow.