dVerse — Poetics — Mariana

There is a human wildness held beneath the skin. – by Jim Harrison, from Songs of Unreason   When Sol burns white sea turns deep green; where sand warms, my bones do not shiver. A pale palm across lids shadow transports, bass deep and high to a realm of relic seasoned whiff; where incorporate clouds…

Word Garden Word List #10 (Wallace Stevens)

I would be remiss if I failed to mention that, seeing Ernest Hemingway in the street, Stevens is supposed to have said, “You think you’re Ernest Hemingway,” and promptly punched Hemingway in the face, breaking his hand in doing so.  Afterward, Hemingway helped Stevens to bed to recover.  –Shay Lilacs a blackbird perches in the…

Movies, Movies, Movies! #115 – January 25, 2022

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! This week’s batch is a tasty bunch. Skyfall (2012) Starring: Daniel Craig, Judi Dench, Javier Bardem, Ralph Fiennes, Naomie Harris, Director: Sam Mendes Genres: action, adventure Synopsis: Another excellent synopsis lifted from imdb: When James Bond’s (Craig’s) latest assignment goes gravely wrong and Agents around the world…

dVerse — Quadrille 144 — Snow Birds

Matters not hue nor contour, when winter’s crystal flies and frosts the trees birds’ feathers shiver large to puff into warm coat fluff. Arranged in tacit, ordered array, clawed stoics cling to chill branches until called to trapeze feeders atwist in arctic breeze. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Merril says: Use shiver–or…

Ninth Circuit Briefs in Challenge to Arizona School District Ban on Beaded Graduation Cap — Turtle Talk

Excerpt from the legal challenge: The District’s refusal to allow Larissa to wear her NativeAmerican religious regalia at the graduation, while permitting otherstudents to wear comparable expressive secular messages, was aviolation of Larissa’s rights to free exercise of religion and free speechunder the U.S. Constitution and under Arizona law. First word that comes to mind:…

TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings

Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree. Darkened room fades into shadow, left only with sorrow’s chill gleam. Photograph by Anita Sedberry at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography. Carrie is today’s host of…