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…
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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…
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…
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