Drawing a Diagram (for v2.0)I want to draw you a diagram, soon to be historicaldocument, with teaching strands emerging from viscid entanglements of our, failed prototype v1.0’s,reign. Toxic dew condenses, has us trapped incompulsively terminal decisions with 10,000 things. Holy Coder’s beta testing of v1.0’s repurposed clay, envy-clawed souls, and wonky circuitry began with big…
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dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Apple Blossom Celebration
Apple Blossom Celebration This Spring, for some reason, the apple trees blossoming held special interest for me. Maybe it was missing the cherry blossoms? Perhaps it was birds who set the tone? Yet, maybe they always celebrate them this way? Instead of being a passive observer, long I stood at the window, watching a festive…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Late (for) Cherry Blossoms (update with this week’s pic)
Last year we were able to see cherry trees blooming at the gardens for the first time post-Covid lockdown. There are two areas where they are grouped. One is a small orchard where they share space with boulders engraved with what they’ve chosen as words of wisdom. The other is a cherry tree promenade, first…
dVerse — OLN — poeming through the gardens
Imagine you’re in Chinaand that it’s real bamboothe panda bear is smilingand posing just for you. The hyacinth are bloomingclumped in their special potsgone before the bees wakefragrance calls just us. Naked Miss Wisteriais missing her new dressancient crone stands with helpof iron-caned trellis. Peter’s fond of cabbagealas he breaks his teethSilly…
dVerse Q 222 — What’s the Matter Here?
What’s the Matter Here?a child cowerson steps of brownstoneperson standsknuckles purplingofficer arriveshand at her waist“an altercation?”“no, officer. a differenceof opinion.”“between who?”“myself anda gentlemanwho ran.”“about what?”“he thought he had a right,and I didn’t.” top image link Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam says:write a 44-word poem using some form of the word alter.
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Traveling Exhibit
“rough edges,” by Elise Siegel Traveling ExhibitMy maker’s shoppe birth of pink clay glued with sandgathered from hill and lake,slathered on stainless framesun-baked in bright, green June.I squalled under solstice moon,pumiced smooth, near-human,buttoned into pink gingham,swaddled in plush receiving blanket, sent to dwell withneurodivergent bunglersWho, conveniently, were tooinner-turned to pay me much mind.In neglect, this claymation…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Faith
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.–Lisa Bellamy, from the poem, “Wild Pansy.” Faith As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Shivering in a watery mess that dried…
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