A Flying Head, as depicted in Iroquois mythology. Mohawk Nation. Trifecta of Inexcusability Part One: Unshakable ShadowWhen power uses darkness to erasea people due to practices or placea karmic black hole magnet does ensuethat timeless reckoning will follow you.All atoms spin, recycled, so they sayYou won’t escape it on your dying day.A stain is cast…
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dVerse Poetics Tuesday — First Window
First WindowOverbreathed, stale, closed systemwhere months feel like life sentence;where clouds press on in suffocation,denying screen’s supply of fresh new;too afraid of price to skin and purse, too blind to cost of lungs and spirit.Called by muffled crows & kite-straddling March lion glass, I reachfor latch and fling it aside, proudfor this one small act…
dVerse Q219 — Given, Hoots
Given, HootsHow many:adventuresbottles of boozecloudy daysdreamsexcusesflushesgiven, hootshair tiesincontinence padsjukeboxeskillings, televisionliesmusic, hours ofnovelsorgasmsplantsquestionsraviolisunny daystune-outsunavailable menverseswonders(e)xhumationsyellow flowerszigguratsin one person’s lifetime? De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using hoot.
dVerse — MTB/Form — Names Twofer
“Mona Lisa,” by Leonardo DaVinci i. Lisa, history/meaningI wear a mysterious smirkBut why?Which side of mirror am I?Do youSeek to know? ammunition or jokes?Care pastTechnicality of surface gleamSeeingInto depths of my inky poolTo feeling? Usage: English, German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Italian Meaning and History: Short form of Elizabeth (though often used independently) and its cognates in other languages. This is the name…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — March Madness
“Night of the Crescent Moon” by Zana Brown March MadnessIt’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache. When one is cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey. It’s the season when moon pares to silver arc. A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s…
dVerse — OLN 379 — Caw
CawIt’s only taken a decade or so for her to trust me.How long do crows live, anyway? Maybe she’s theoffspring of original, distant murder who observed kindness of a human and decided to chance it.She’s visited the compost heap. I hear her callwhen the feeders are filled. Sometimes I leaverolled oats, raisins, and other tidbits…
dVerse Poetics — Divine Daughter
Grand River, taken 7/26/24 Divine Daughterthree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a molecule, divinized daughtersparkling progeny, lifeblood named waterfreelance roamer, temper’tural sweetysublimating, vapored diasporathree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a molecule, divinized daughtermists skies, fills rivers, pumps sap in treestantrum blizzards, floods, ice; can’t fault hermulti-morphs of seasons’ reigns, we laud herthree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a…
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