dVerse — Prosery Monday — Woolly Winter

There you can see a very small patch Of dark blue, framed by a little branch, Pinned up by a naughty star. — Arthur Rimbaud, from Novel Woolly Winter Months-long winter drains, where no snow brightens, no gusts whistle, and dis-ease suffocates. Today, Martha rides away in the creaky carriage after explaining she needs color…

POPO2024 Day 37

We, going northon the bike path, nearedtwo teens, heading south,on mini-bikes.Son said they’re bannedfrom any unmotored path. Better that than doingB & E’s or drugs, I thought.We all waved to each otheras we passed.Later, at an ice cream shoppe,we watcheda pudgy pre-teen with abackpack mule drugs.

POPO2024 Day 36

I learned yesterday thatmy 3 year-old granddaughtersoon may be going to all-daypre-school. This morning, after sleeping on it, I woke up crying.A voice – god’s or my own –said all of us belongto the world.

POPO2024 Day 35

I welcomed a guest in this morning. Cool air.In the night, it stormed.How do I know besides? Digital time’s wrong,meaning power flashed off-on,and it’s drenched outside.Soporific storm-blessed, I got 12 horizontal hours;that and a wrong time thatwasn’t telling me, “you’ve had enough.”

dVerse — MTB — Message in a Bottle

Message in a BottleBottleVessel fused with bloody veilsFilled with vipers briefed to strikeOuroboros of travailVessel fused with bloody veilsMoney sucking vacuum trailsLining pockets left and rightVessel fused with bloody veilsFilled with vipers briefed to strikeFigurePolitician, special kindNoble braggart in cesspoolLook inside, no soul you’ll findPolitician, special kindBottle wobbles in the windDirty dealings in back roomsPolitician,…