Freshwater crabs? Who knew? Thirteen-hundred known species sidle tropic and sub-tropic habitats. Unlike marine crabs, their larval stage passes inside of the egg. They hatch as juveniles, under maternal care. Endemic means risk for them. clicking castanets, pooled among nymph and minnow, oblivious, play Pom Pom Crab image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’…
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dVerse OLN 364 — Each Side of the Veil
Each Side of the VeilThere is a realm of death and lifethat long has dwelt each side of veilwhere midnight falling waits on one;where owls glide moon’s beams, not the sun’swhere breath softs and loss of logic begunwe creep to cross to dreamland’s trails.Before we know, we’re on the other,altered stated, senses priming,mid-way adventured, directionless,a…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Summer Solstice Child and TT’s 24 SSPC 39 (1st week) The Summer Solstice (June 21 – July 6) Geshi
Summer Solstice Child My birthday is very near Summer Solstice. Back then, women spent days hospital-bound, which was thought to aid in recovery from the birthing experience. I imagine my mother’s face as she stepped out into warm sunshine’s balm from cool, pale, sterile halls holding a swaddled me. new lives beginning for we are…
dVerse — Poetics — Dad (repost)
summer rain fallsI remember how you lovedwarm days on the lake l.-r. me, my dad, and my brother Daddy’s hands were large, with dark hair and pleasant toneThey were proportionate to his thin frame and long bonesHands I used to stand and watch, transfixed, as he shaved My father’s eyes rarely had courage to meet…
dVerse — MTB — The Crow’s Should Examined
The Crow’s Should Examined Here again, I laboriously climbyew’s dry branches in dead forestto crow prophesy:Take warning, we should forgive each other.You disparage my oily black feathers,considering them unsightly, unclean.Consider this too, though polar, may youglean from me, as mouthpiece, morselsthat may nourish all souls?Instead we are opposite, westand, entrenched in our untenable positions, blinded,…
dVerse — Q203 — Amanita Dream
Amanita Dream Figment is as figment does.So what does a figment do?It’s nil to you as first it dreamsto fit inside haiku. Then it seemsits vapor grows until it fills a room.So pungent as you breathe it inthis mind-bending mushroom. top image: “Amanita Mushrooms,” by Christine Marshall Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….
dVerse — OLN 363 — “I see dead people.”
I see dead people. on the screenthen in my dreamsbabies sprawled,unable to crawlbeyond nursingparents cursingchildren’s infanticideendpoint stratifiedsoon en-gravedprayers unsaved there can be no victory in thisspite; parents’ grieving last kissesvengeful extinguishing innocentstoo many eyes crying in heaventoo many hollow sockets put to rest “I see dead people.” — from The Sixth Sense (1999) top image…
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