Dennis Waterman Too many cups of coffee too many cigarettes have stained his pearls to yellow chiclets. Call me fickle, but I prefer their gleam to the harshness of fluorescent rows of selfie sickness’ glows. Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah wants us to write about yellow. For those unfamiliar with Chiclets, go…
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dVerse Poetics — The Sacrifice
Deer and Cherry Tree by Kano Tan’yû, 1667 Bowls of seasons have arced heaven since this recollection came to pass. ‘Twas before the boys hit teens, and I, a divorced young mother, yearned for resonance in a world beyond cave. Bravely traversing cyberia, an enclave, one some might call a bamboo grove, happened along the…
dVerse Prosery — Night of the Solstice
To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. — by Isabel Duarte-Gray, from the poem, Garden I remember the date my soul left my body. It was the night before the winter solstice of my seventeenth year. Mother had been down with the grip for…
d’Verse MTB — Darling Nell
A woman who knows where she’s been, where she is, and where she is headed. Darling Nell and Dear Tigare mirrored, mutually imprinted, souls housed in flesh. Nell, whose thought caches contain many worlds, spillsmemoirs, clears mice nests from boots, and dives intoicy water to retrieve windblown, now sodden, yoga pants. Tig, a helpmate, appreciator…
TankaTuesday 333 and dVerse MTB — Sunflower Faith
Terri Webster Schrandt Behold a shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast; unfettered golden pearl that rests in earthly shell, from heaven’s lathe. Behold the shiny blossoming of faith in certainty, a place that lays no blame; its form is manifested grace conferred. Behold your shiny blossoming of faith, upright, steadfast, unfettered golden pearl. Triolet form….
dVerse — Prosery — Crone Power
Traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm –Seamus Heaney, from Twice Shy Madge returned to her cubicle after a carb-rich lunch with co-workers. She plopped into the ergonomic chair that often made things too comfortable – like today. The rhythmic movement of her head swiveling between hard copy and digital data on the twenty-inch…
dVerse — MTB — Drought or Flood
Stagger home through early drizzle Sprite pizzle! Minute downpour fashions a crust Hard-packed dust. ”Jonesin’ for soak,” cry our parched plants Deadly dance. Why can’t showers show us balance? Flood one hemi, deny other Land-based water life forms brothers Sprite pizzle!, Hard-pack dusted, deadly dance. top image link Laura is today’s host at dVerse’ Meet…
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