Zohran Mamdani inauguration ceremony You have to imagine it. — from Proof, by Cornelius Eady, Written for the inauguration of Zohran Mamdani, Jan 1, 2026, NYC. You have to imagine it. Teeny tiny crystalswafting straight downsmaller than snowmore like orderly grainsof salt, aiming to scrubwinter politic dirt away. No winds wind us upstill life that…
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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…
dVerse Q240 — At Mercy
At MercyWhen temps dip belowzero, wind moans bite-numbing frostbite song;at midnight, quiet sighs,a clicking trip: mini-splitdies. Layering buffer works for pudgy humans, cats;wee fishies not so much.We, at mercy of Motherand Machine, firetroubleshooting;ah! warm again!Notes: I’ve had 3 power outages this winter. One was via the power company with downed trees, with power/heat restored within…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Snow Siren Sea
Snow Siren Sea I like its brightness on scape, white bleaching in stillnessmy warm house like a cozy ship, through portholes gaze uponfrozen sea, where I imagine, bundled up, winter sailor, I braveto swim through it with muk-a-luks to island of parting siren.Warming frozen lock with mittenedpaws, it blessedly clicks.Oh memory, ice solid, that indeed…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Final kiss
Bury me with the lies I told.–Alejandro Escovedo, from “Bury Me“ Final Kiss We grew up as neighbors. Your folks and ours were best friends. Moms canning peaches together every summer. Dads on the same bowling league. Remember when we all got Stingrays with banana seats? I remember it started in 9th grade, when we…
dVerse OLN 399 — cloud cotton leaves
cloud cotton leaves Just then I see cloud cotton leaf winter tree limb pleasant substitute if momentary for green Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ OpenLinkNight.
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — a poem inspired by Johnny Cash’, Folsom Prison Blues
“The Circus,” by Albina Felski blues with no bridges: burned middle learning toxic lessons from the cradleprivileged take sun for granted on vacationpoor don’t notice it while scrambling to surviveprivileged are blessed to have cozy nanniespoor learn a bottle soothes when it’s fullprivileged own institutions that let them slidepoor, the face of crime, bludgeoned by…
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