image link slice and dice: sometimes death is a good thingoh to fillet feelingsdissect them,partition away perspectives,excise egoic entanglementswith danger triggers,eliminate engagement,terminate tindrs, unhook fromclub drugs Maria L Berg is the host of Writober. Maria says:Write a poem exploring ego death using alliteration.
Author: Lisa or Li
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#FF — Dirty Bomb
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Dirty Bomb Above the power lines it sat. Its intent was clear but its contents a mystery. “Who will it cancel this time?” While other scandals came and went, as the wax and wane of all things does, its way was different. Confident. Sustained. It burst upon the world the…
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Sea Rose
Sea RoseColors here aren’t the same.Neither that of Spring,Nor Summer, nor Fall.Close to Winter,chalk of long-stripped bones,dark grey of wet stone,salt of churning sea.Only when moon greenswith limelight, in morningor dusky mist, mightyou see my liquid breath.Passed into my netherwith stab and twist,life ebbed, left with tide,after which my love soughtnew flesh to groom.Yet don’t…
POPO2024 Day 32
Writing pen to paperis a satisfying experience.Sitting on the couch withcuppajoe to my leftand a cotton-furred catto my right, I don’t evenmind when Mlady taps atthe pen and otherwise distractsme with her cuteness.Maybe she injects magic,muse between the lines, as is her way.
Tanka Tuesday — Tanka Puente — This and That Are One
This and That Are OneMerging libidosFusion-powered ecstasyIlluminates usPulsing new in old darknessForming new clay from old dust~Warning: over-fired vessels flare~Sun’s trajectoryBurns toward imminent duskHere, under a starless skyCold blows over shattered bitsDissolved in pools of hot tears puente form poem (with tanka) image link Robbie Cheadle is today’s host of TankaTuesday. Robbie says:This week we are…
POPO2024 Day 31
I pour myself into fantasy worldswith their plots, emotional manipulations;safe spaces to feel.They keep me humanas I drift further from reality.I prefer their limitationsover the uneasy discomfortof awkward face-to-faceswith their wrong reads.People like me are better suitedto our fantasy worlds,odd characters on page and screen.
dVerse — Q209 — Boarders
American Indian Boarding School in the 1800’s BoardersA string of stolen children, scared, confused, snake, capped with flying penguins.Led to stools, stripped, dusted,and shaved, paving the way:institutional erasure.Sacked, sad, desked, rapped,slapped — and worse.So much worse. Unwilling orphans cry for parents.Unheard pleas echo lifetimes. From the Law Librarians of Congress website: In 2021, Canada passed…
Tao Talk 