dVerse — OLN LIVE — No Such Thing July 2022

  He always said“I wish I would have known you before”(…I became a monster.)There was genuine regret in his voice. The first movie we watched together–his place/choice– was, “No Such Thing”(as monsters.)It was a template for his self-perception. As he was cuffed in the back of the cruiser,headed for jail for busting up the house,he…

#FF — One Glass of Wine

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Half of Mina’s friends cautioned her to decline the prize and the other half didn’t. She had entered and won WBLD’s limerick contest, where a home-cooked dinner was first prize. The Count, a national celebrity in Transylvania, hosted a knockoff version of “Kitchen Nightmares” where all recipes included fresh kill….

dVerse — Poetics — The dragon is a fractal.

The dragon is a fractal. The dragon is a fractal? That which has been regarded at an end has revealed its infinity. It’s not a dot-eyed twin small fry wiggling in waterways that one day bursts into the sky. It’s dragons all the way down and flies high beyond high. What associated lexicography is to…

dVerse — Prosery — Great Aunt Zi

she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar –Michael Donaghy, from his poem, Liverpool Lili remembers the family story, where her Grandmother Char’s grandmother planted the ginkgo tree the day Char was born. The sapling, a scrawny thing that grew with a misshapen trunk, was like her, misshapen. Char remembers how her aunts surveyed the…

TSM 219 — apothecary (troiku form)

Fused sands of time form bottles on a shelf; tai chi apothecary. Fused sands of time formed emptiness of uselessness; filled with starts and ends. Bottles of tai chi where potent dawns and dusks swirl a cosmic perfume. Apothecary: remedies, distilled wisdom of great mother’s all. Troiku form.  Written in honor of Beverly Crawford, a…

Doodads the week of 0712-071622

It’s been a couple of weeks.  Pics have been taken here and there but no time to get them off of the phone and posted.  On Tuesday, the 12th, I took a 17-mile bike ride.  On Wednesday, the 13th, I met up with the Moon Clan Mothers group up north and saw two giant willow…

dVerse — MTB/Form — Celebrating the Eleventh Anniversary of dVerse

our appointed place, in our dappled green lane, where violet-fringed cobblestones, grounding, end; with ready welcomes to toast, wordsmith, and play as we grok with cosmical themes, forms, and friends from sand to spires, from woe to joys explicate where muses waft, fragrant zephyrs on the wind cozied where ideas flow, invigorate; heaven’s ears perk…