dVerse — Poetics — The Wells that Never Empty

The Muses who inspire do not abandon me;round the clock they tick, sparked heartbeatsthat draw the world ever closer in varied splendor:morning’s cooled dew in Summer,pink snow of sunrise in Winter,the earth-toned blanket of Fall,and the creeping green of Spring. At dusk’s change of shift, I listen for the wingsof Mother Night as she travels…

dVerse — Prosery — Ama

  No, I do not weep at the world –I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.–Zora Neale Hurston,from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me”in, World Tomorrow (1928) Daddy was known in our backwoods holler as Deacon. When he got up on his stump near Heron River’s shady cool banks, folks gathered; no…

dVerse’ 10th Anniversary Celebration Week — Poetics — My Garden on 071321

The edges of my garden curl along green fuzz, concrete, and stone. Its haphazard, organic growth is both playland and harvest zone; where ants climb and dragonflies wheel; where rainbow sways among today’s sky offering. Claudia Schoenfeld, one of the co-founders of dVerse, is today’s host for Poetics. We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of…

dVerse — 10-year anniversary week — Quadrille 131 — jukin on down the line

When Mama had parties to whirl, she left us at Auntie’s.Didn’t she know Auntie had her own house jukes then?Where were their steady, hard-working, non-drinking men?Gramma and Grampa raised that platter way back when;self-serving dances that taint through the generations.   top image:  Wurlitzer Model 700 We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of dVerse, aka…

dVerse — OLN 295 — Midsummer Rain

Dust-storms of yesterday, coughing daisies praying for wet faces and feet, for clouds’ pregnant outpouring of “loves me, loves me!” –and parched roses get stingy with scent. Then, Heaven inhales and rumbles dark silver-veined reply. When dogwood branches are heavy with blossoms and rain, and the goldfinch listen under their umbrellas, soft sigh in midsummer…