dVerse — Haibun Monday — Cold Mountain

This weekend I met up with my family at Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park in Grand Rapids to walk the indoor gardens. After my younger son, his wife, and their baby daughter left, older son and I took a stroll through the Japanese Gardens outside. As we walked through and around the pond we were…

dVerse and earthweal OLW 107– Sparrowlet Form — Lakota Lament

We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, the winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’ and only to him was it ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded…

dVerse — Poetics — To Everything…

‘Twas born a wiggling speck upon a weed, a green, propelling squirm with hungry need. Her yellow sun stripes black yet guileless greed, compelled, refreshed along her mystery. A burgeoned girth, her tummy gives a burp and out her ass a silver-threaded mirth. She spins with glee; soon glows a carapace — she sleeps with…

dVerse – Monday Quadrille 146 — Red Church

It’s Callys today. Mindy brings Magners and water. Crunching veggie sticks with ranch we chat, from hiccup laughs to gasps. Soon arrives tomato soup with saltines and Vichyssoise. Monthly church of call and response; hushed whys turn wise in retrospect. Dessert: fresh strawberry pie. [44 words] Top image:  “Red Church in Winter Scape,” by Yuri…

dVerse — Prosery — Visitor

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper from, “Valentine,” by Carol Ann Duffy The small, square window’s bars are iron grey. Much of the time I’m a thin lump hunkered on a concrete slab, sandwiched between straw mattress and cotton feather tick. Only my capped head, bright eyes, and red nose are visible. Even…

dVerse — MTB — Cheating Shadows

Shadow’s long fingers move with sun’s shadow I parse your warm tanned lines with languid eye Shallow thoughts wander in summer shallows Why’s not a question I’m asking. Not why. Not where, as here. Not when, as now. No knot. Questions: how; how long. No other questions. Taut thrust’s dilection; practiced lessons taught Suggestions exhausted;…

dVerse — Poetics and earthweal’s OLW #105 — Our Tree Gods

image based on a dream I had a few years ago I dreamt there came a newly found religion instead of worship three, we worshipped tree instead of pushed conversion, gathered free and planted seeds, then danced under our cousins til shining green in leaves from sea to sea. To cut a tree would be…