Party Music The neighbors are having a party with an arsenal of music. Sometimes one bullet at a time, with syncopated beats. Sometimes a stream, saturated with death potential. Where do the bullets go as their sounds reach my ears? Am I paranoid in my fears?
Month: October 2025
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — flipping the script on horror movie quotes
“I know what you did last summer” – Ben Willis, I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) I Know What You Did Last SummerI know what you did last summerwith your little red wagonwhen your garden was heavywith produce: carrots, radishcucumber, zucchini, green beans,strawberries, blueberries, lettuce,spinach, chard, kale, cabbage.The first time I saw youwas the day I…
POPO 2025 — Day 28 — Green and I
Green and I What is it about cacti and I getting along so well together? Prickly pear and Christmas thrive on neglect and love light. What is it about succulents and I being such good friends? Jade plants are all about the green. They drop their lobes and create. What is it about ginkgo and…
dVerse Halloween Haibun Monday
As sunlight slips away, we meander garden paths whose cooling seamstress has costumed all with carnival colors. All but the crows, whose shiny, unruffled contrast caws and echoes across barn, windmill, and alchemizes fear for the living in the dead. cold cement lively poselipstick eyebrows dance in dusk’s breathwelcoming the dark lines, textures, towercasting…
Bike Ride Sunday 102725
Halloween decorations displayed in the house as of yesterday. My friend and I decided to take a bike ride, probably our last one of the year. Temp was in mid-50’s, wind 12 mph, sunny, but not sunny under the trees. In summer the shade of trees is welcomed; just the opposite in non-summer. I wish…
POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In
Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…
POPO 2025 — Day 26 — On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July)
On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July) I made a spotify playlist last night. Words escaped to string into feelings. It was easy. Distracted for a moment from seeing a curse come true for the whole world. How many will die? Like I mentioned before, these are not ekphrastic poems. The puff looked like…
Tao Talk 