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…
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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…
dVerse — Q180 — We’re Swimming
Creeping beastie any form be it slipping ‘neath a door swirling ‘round as morning fog drifting in as morphing cloud sinking bullets drenching rain chilly slides sheets of ice dainty fluff crystal snow constitutes each bag of bones swimming in it our water home De aka WhimyGizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De…
dVerse — Prosery — Controlling Interest (warning: disturbing content)
image link For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. from “The First Elegy”, Duinos Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke Why do so many stop short, Edward queried his alter ego, Harry. For beauty is nothing but the beginning. Of terror, not the feeling of, but the inducing and witnessing of, Edward was an…
dVerse MTB — Swimming Fish (Imayo)
Wandering through (long-gone) mall, many moons ago,I happened on two hippies; upon their velvetcloth morphology of jade, many-hued polishedcarvings, reasonably priced; one fish swam away. Laura is today’s host of dVerse’ Meet the Bar. Laura says (here paraphrased:)Write an Imayo form poem about a rock in celebration of International Rock Day.
dVerse Poetics — One Word: Pulchritudinous (beautiful)
Cronenberg’s Ear Man I’m known by all yet grokked through ten k souls. Near shell that glows or sticky goo insides, Each soul is tweaked by different charms’ extolls. A cache of coins, you seek me, priceless gold; To some my haunt is never worth my shine. I’m known by all yet grokked through ten…
