PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks The Grass is Greener Part 2 She pumps one bullet into his twitching body for every bird that has opened her legs to him, reloading after each series of empty clicks. In her mind. She napkin-dabs her lips and pushes away from the table. She knows he thinks she’s heading…
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dVerse — Poetics — Plots and Rolls
image link Plots and RollsThe carnival anchorstemporarily on a city plot just behind wherethe brewery is built.It’s where we book clubidiots (book reference)discuss plots while carnies maneuver too.Inside, they roll barrelswhile we roll theories outabout, _Anxious People_;outside the ferris wheelrolls and rolls to sunset. Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Melissa wants us to…
24 SSPC 47 — (2nd week) The Beginning of Autumn (Aug 7-21) Risshu 立秋 — Time Benders
Time Benders In dreams, yesterday’s suns visit. Today’s shadows, drought’s parched earth, where nothing can grow. I weep. American cinquain form top photo taken on July 13, 2021 Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen wants us to include sunflowers in our syllabic poetry this week.
(update with Democracy Now! video) Doodads — graffiti and new flora
On the bike ride on Wednesday I took some pics of the graffiti in the tunnel we rode in under the highway. Interested in knowing how you feel about graffiti. Art? Vandalism? Both? I also found a couple of unidentified flora in the yard. The arrowwood berries are enjoyed by critters and are also edible…
dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and…
The Oracle Speaks — Sanctuary (for Kerfe)
Bright brown bird, a peace on green, sanctuary between earth and cold moon. brown thrasher photo by Thomas Cizauskas both a magnet poem *and* an American Sentence I looked at the word list given today at magnet poems and “bright brown bird” jumped out at me. I immediately thought of Kerfe’s “Draw a Bird Day”…
dVerse — MTB — All Belong
All Belong Grandbaby’s too young! Pre-school is too long! Care-free days too short! Let her be awhile, running in the fields. Let her be a child (with) [not student with rules] unencumbered smiles! Sleepless grandma frets. Soundless voice with soothe: “Try to understand; impotent upsets waste your energy. Incorporate sense: all belong to world.” Acceptance…
