Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow. –Christina Rossetti, from Daughter of Eve Bell is working her way towards upper management. Armand is an exchange student beginning a summer internship. As Bell speaks fluent Spanish she’s been asked to mentor him. Even though she, forty years old, is twice Armand’s age,…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Poetics — Losing My Religion
lose the stones in your pockets lose the guilt that you choose lose the grit in your sprockets lose the rotgut in your booze lose the shadow of your fear lose the whine in your bellow lose the cotton in your ears lose the judgment on your fellows lose the hunger of your want lose…
dVerse — Quadrille 149 — cloudfish speaks
It matters not the season, awake or asleep, please know me and understand, from grain of sand shifting with water, to morning’s crystals on a blade of grass, to your hands along warm scented skin, my swimming infinity; tender breadcrumbs offered as holy gifts. [44 words] I wanted to use one of my collages to…
dVerse — OLN 313 and earthweal 112 — A Walk in the Woods tanka series
just a few steps in wreathe of trailing arbutus glistens in the rain soon my coat is heavy also soggy humus path my home ◊◊◊ such a tiny thing this small pink berry, yet it becomes a world here litter of wet forest floor rotting testament to life ◊◊◊ imagination wants me to believe that…
dVerse — Poetics — just the baubles, please!
You all know the wild grief that besets us when we remember times of happiness. – Ernst Junger, On the Marble Cliffs, John Lehmann, 1947 If, if only we could choose them, severed threads cauterized, polished and shining like coins rolling end over end in sunlight, when it’s always what we call it — where…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — cherry blossoms
Last year’s cherry blossoms were ghosts and pixelated. The grove at the gardens were off limits due to the pandemic. Instead I toured them in Washington, D.C. and Toronto, Canada via youtube. It was pleasant to do so, and better than nothing, but not quite the same. This year the gardens is opened and advance…
dVerse — Poetry Form — Goodnight and Sweet Dreams and OLW 111
Pastel pink morn long fades to dusk- tethered incense smoke drifts — in dreams of boats. Sail-wings lift me from blue to black silver-glittered night, to islands on maps. Touch stone planets not found awake where cradled messages sleep, wait to sing. They leap and wriggle, imbued fish, unlocked clues that school, follow me home…
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