The kids and I visited Mammoth Cave,in Kentucky, when they were 10 & 12.There weren’t any mammoths.There were, however, in the rock beast’s belly,cots set up, still there since Dr. Croghanbrought TB patients to cure in 1842. Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse’ OpenLinkNight.
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The Write Stuff
The Write Stuff Granddaughter writes her nameon library craft box of crayons.It leads to memory-drawn convobetween her mother and I,sharing how our journeys began. Mine that of plastic pen, metal nib,and well of ink, scratches betweenlines of news-stock, bland paper. She, with ball-point on smoothwhite, had trouble with cursivecapitals “G” and “F.” Letters became words;…
Breathe Deep
Breathe Deep One becomes many,building, pausing;alone again, praying,falling, melancholy,subdued, sustained. Incremental lightconversations of whathope might look like. Warmth spreads, grows,turning eyes skyward.There! Daybreak! Tears stream each cheek,air perfumedwith roses and birdsong.Breathe deep. Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Kim says:Now listen to ‘Adagio for Strings’ conducted by Gustavo Dudamel and played by the…
dVerse OLN 415 — A Long Way Baby
When you’re lucky enough to have lived a long life, as I have done, your role is to remind us how far we have come. –Gloria Steinem A Long Way, Baby women only in dressesmen in work overallsdinner on and at the table when he gets homemeat, potato, vegetabletv trays and foil banquet dinnersmetal lunch…
Q255 rock me baby
rock me baby we beach ourselvesblue-skiedwarm-channeledbetween wee lakeand freshwater sea we resist currentsto sift sugar sandour fingers find lithssmooth, fragged,sliced through eureka xenolithrare nuggetthat rivals fossilupheaves in spacewhere it chooses to offer itself to us Stone-sifting is a cherished family pasttime. Wherever there is sand and lakes in Michigan, there are rocks to find. When…
Warts and All: An Ekphrastic Pondering
Warts and All: An Ekphrastic Pondering Sagacious-eyed, panoptic lumpy godsendPrimordial, a polar sprout, a forked tooth.A state unplaced, outside of time, alleged, A boulder rests, that’s bold yet bland. A rough sleuthIngests all dust ingredients to swirl cake,Its vortex cached with ev’ry seasoned spice sooth. In petroglyphic fashion, fetish-carved castBeyond a culture’s judgment, baking new…
dVerse OLN 414 — Sleeplessness
Sleeplessness pink dawn’s new light creeps darkness’ hillblushing tells me awake; I’m stillnot asleep my thoughts meander consciousnessdeprives xana-du of mistressso sleepy! body leaden as if torturedracing rumination forwardsleep-zombied can I neutralize this schism?moderate this hers ‘n hism?beauty sleep? make a pact, a blessed covenantwalk as lovers, not sprint and gruntsound asleep… My second try…
