Snow would be the easy way out –Rita Dove, from “November for Beginners” Miranda’s rippled cleavage was pasted across banners of the e-zines that mattered. Just like the paparazzi to zoom in on a digital image and draw a red circle around it, with the headline, “Curdled Milk?” And why didn’t Mirage Photoshop her into…
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dVerse — MTB — Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love
Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love Silly thought, I thought we had forever, parsing over joe, puzzling mysteries. Now they have you to themselves in heaven. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. Never hear your rich laugh thrum e’er again. Parting now, past and future histories. Silly thought, I thought we had…
dVerse — Poetics — Neverending Nightmare
It begins with a squelching sound andan unholy stench. I look down. Inthe brown-red mud a strewn tiny handholding a ribbon, color now unknown,as I try to wake. Black skies pour rain. There has never been a time when myfamily has not been at war, ancestorsupon ancestors. I look at my daughterwith her dark, hollow…
dVerse Haibun Monday (2) autumn foliage
On our garden tour in July, we saw a plethora of gorgeous flowers, landscaping, yard sculptures, row of tall arbor vitae, and constructed waterfalls with streams. One of the most delightful finds was at a place that had a path winding through a forest. My friend called out, “Hey look at these!” for a cool…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — fall foliage
From my couch observation deck, the slider windows frame a snapshot of the season. Across the field and off to the southwest is a tree that is ahead of its companions in spring and autumn. It is the first tree to show green in spring when green is so desperately craved by grey-weary eyes and…
dVerse — MTB — The Lorax* Reboot
We stand, singly or in groups, quiet but for when wind stirs us; ask nothing but that you breathe. We give shade to all but clouds, sip from aquifers and riverbeds, dialogue with fungi mat friends. We offer shelter to the feathered, furred, clawed, mirror-ball-eyed insects, reptiles; to share space. Let me repeat, we ask…
dVerse — Poetics — Inspired by van Gogh’s, “Window in the Studio”
What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show…
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