dVerse Poetics — ekphrastic to art of Catrin Welz-Stein — blind

blind blind to herself delectable vision to others eyes sting her flesh her tender skin blotched with their leers she yearns to vanish her graceful demure discounted by the lechers discarded to strip toss her like dice in dirty games, to gamble her despised treasure away she stumbles drawn by call of falling water where…

dVerse — Prosery — Answered Prayers

I pray to God that she may lieForever with unopened eye— from Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Sleeper” Millicent and I are born eighteen months apart; she in the heat of August, and I in the chill of January. Our temperaments follow our seasons. She, vivacious, fire in her blood; and I, pale, introverted, with a…

dVerse — MTB — HMOs and Castaways

Roy Lichtenstein Onomatopoeia Collage HMOs and CastawaysBrrrrrrring!Old school receptionistbuffs her nails, oblivious.Tinnitis’ eardrumfibrillations chatter my teeth.Answer it already!Its screech is as bad as piteous yipsof the neighbor dogwhose keepers’eyeballs swivel their screensinstead of thwapping a rubber ball for not-so-cutegrown fido to chase.Fido’s yanking on his chain,collar-frictioned neck rubbed raw.SHUTTHEFUKKUP! they screamand he yips to their attention,…

dVerse Q202 — dark reigns right

dark reigns right when gleam has been too bright for too long,and, seeped with sight, tired eyes wear out;as dusk begins to fall, relief begins to bloom,until harsh of orange sunset flees the room;where dark reigns right in vision’s dear gloom top image, “Creepy Eyeball,” by Edward Fielding Punam is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…

dVerse OLN 362 — Reprieve

Reprieve Remember Adam and The Apple? Recall Robert Johnson at The Crossroads? The traveler standing where “two roads diverged in a yellow wood*” ring a bell? Yes or no Right or left Myth Empty reflection Imagine reality of endless hallway endless doors, each a decision that must be made before proceeding. Behind each door endless…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — eternal landscapes

Eternal Landscapes I remember everything in my grandparents’ yard, from towering hundred years’ oak to a field of lily-of-the-valley. Oriental poppy and fuschia-hued peonies reached for the sun along the property line rough brick fence. Rose of Sharon to the left side of many-windowed front room. Behind them, in the shade of pines, a stump…