dVerse Poetics Tuesday — The Seeker

  The Seeker Geo, world travelingsearching, rising, falling,tunneling throughentrances, exits;a circuitous tube.Tu be is to beconnected to fabric of All. Note:I decided to use a dream I had back in 2020. The collage is the closest I could come to what I experienced in the dream. I observed George Harrison, traveling on a tube to…

What Within Us?

what within us? white men, dark suitsred ties, white shirtsarmy of pain dealerstearing apart our homesleaving us to wander, wonderwhat within uskeeps us chainedunder such vile rule? Steve’s post today inspired me to share a poem I’ve been working on for a few days. Please take a few moments to read Steve’s post and my…

The Oracle Speaks — About Ache

About AcheSymphony skin, honey dream,rock crushing diamond driveis in me, boiling beneathdelirious fiddle music;but shadow has shot throughmeanly with never, itssleepy, lazy chants coollust in blue blows. It’s been awhile since consulting The Oracle. Magnetic Poetry Original Set

POPO 2025 — Day 34 — Power vs. People

Power vs. People Those who aspire to politicsfor power, not peopledon’t study ethics, morals,and integrity. Instead they studyrhetoric, body language, andwhich power mongrels [sic] to ally with. For people politicians, we, thepeople, are us, their family.Acting in our best interestsis their guiding principle.   Last one, for a friend.  Tomorrow I will be posting last…

POPO 2025 — Day 33 — Avenue of Trees

Avenue of Trees Cloud sky stew merries the world in palest hue. Hot dead air replaced, cool breeze wafts through. It’s soft, the wind, it brushes my skin as doors open, a/c offed, perfect summer day. No appointments, deadlines; I take a ride on my bike down the avenue of rustling trees. Another one for…

POPO 2025 — Day 32 — Leonardo’s Eyes

Leonardo’s Eyes Watching Ken Burns’ doc on DaVinci felt a little like having a magician’s secrets revealed; ahas on how he created light on canvas, bringing people, places, things to life. As I look outside this morning, watching cloud veils fall and shift aside for sun, I see through Leonardo’s eyes. This is a card…

POPO 2025 — Day 31 — Syn on the Cross(roads)

Syn on the Cross(roads) Hanging, crucified at the crossroads,splintered, indecision-pounded flesh,pained with gravity’s choice probes,exploring outcome receptors, burnedcircuits sizzling, char-curling nostrilsinhaling stench of the rancid future. This concludes Cascadia Poetics Lab‘s Poetry Postcard Festival 2025 poems and postcards.  It’s not quite over yet though.  There are 3 more that have been sent to my friends…