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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dVerse — Poetics — Trouble in paradise
Sitting here, still contemplating whether I should use the bottle of poison that I bought to kill the poison ivy that is slowly, inexorably, creeping up the siding of the house, into the flower beds, and slinking towards the back slider. I know that the poison will kill the plants. I also know, after, it…
dVerse Q181 — Q x 2
Tall walls and soundproofed ceilings;I wonder why art is caged in hushed,conditioned, dustless air, whether three hundred or a single year old.I sidle and snake my way, along and around Matisse’ traveling exhibit. Hesure knows how to make color pop. When I think pop, I think: Badfinger;a startling punch;…goes the weasel;green, red, and yellow soda;bubble…
dVerse — OLN 343 — Quinzaine Questions
packet says false indigo why orange cosmos? should I care? in zucchini overload keep watering plants? who will eat? these peppers can ripen red why pick them still green? impatient? yesterday’s coffee now gone make another pot? call it good? ninety in the atrium why do I swelter? addiction? fridge bins full of fresh produce…
dVerse Poetics — peeling layers
BarbMy mentor/therapist/friend/loved one,you told us to process our traumalike peeling an onion. Peel a layerand let the open wounds heal awhile before peeling the next.Twelve weeks on, forty weeks off, year after year, layer by layer,we peeled our onions. Each yearour onions shrank, the wounds still open but quicker to heal.What we never bothered to…
dVerse Poetics Ekphrastic — I am home.
María Berrío, Closed Geometry, 2022, paper collage and watercolor on linen Ears ringing, cheeks aflame ugly laughter echoes behind as I race thorough sedge to my kin. They are my family. They welcome me. With them I feel whole, my body small, airy in pink satin ruffles. They listen. They speak without words. With them I am…
Day 13 — OctWriPoMo and dVerse OLN — The Two Harveys (and now Desperate Poets)
Harvey One Harvey the Pooka with Jimmy Stewart Harvey Two Harvey Weinstein and Olivia Wilde There are 3 selections today. First, The Two Harveys, then a freestyle, then a haiku. Again, these are for mature readers over the age of 18. One is a rabbitTwo is a snakeOne is invisibleTwo is a flake One is…
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