Invitation trumpeted, “Tea with Florence” in big, bold letters. Woefully underdressed in my lace chemise nonetheless confetti lifted me from my pre- caffeinated goblinhood. Espresso lips saw rolling fog lift in mirror. Florence’s invitation was the first light seen from terminal hidey hole’s temporary masquerade as a sad hermit. YAY! top image: “Harmonica Player” by…
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dVerse — Quadrille 148 — The Struck Match
She wasn’t sure whether it was the exhibition or watching the application of brush strokes of each work that obsessed her so. Was it knowing the painter’s paper trail body? Or the way his body moved… Origamic muse prismatic omnipotence imbued by each eye. top image link I decided to write a second quadrille…
dVerse — Quadrille 148 — It figures
Paper, hard forum once mandated, regardless of journey. Describing a kiss or account ledger balance the same. Complain? before it was charcoal etched in dark caves. Today’s paper’s virtual. We tap tap between the lines. Figuring saved or erased by pushing enter or backspace. Top image: Painted Cave Art of the Chumash Indians Indigenous peoples…
dVerse’ OLN 312 LIVE and earthweal OLW 110 — If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me
If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me If I do not do, let light need me that I may do what needs to be done. If I do not speak, let words read me, banner in the sky against the sun. Let light rally kindred spirits near that I may do what needs…
dVerse — Prosery — The magic of rain
I wandered lonely as a cloud. –by William Wordsworth, from his eponymous poem Seeing a cumulus puff amongst cirrocumulus sheets made the mountain dragon laugh. “You’re an anachronism!” Try as I might to slough off the words, his throaty grumbles clung like heavy ice crystals. They turned my cushiony cotton into spiked crackles which shredded…
dVerse — MTB and earthweal olw 109 — one song, now
one to two this and that swirl to being, cosmoplasm teased apart, together invisible bonds that repel, attract impossibly organized as one now how is not the question no answer serves to be is to do be do be do be perpetual beginnings and endings ten thousand notes harmonize as one song The top image…
dVerse — Poetics — A Sea Dirge Echoes The Voice of the Lobster
[A Sea Dirge] [Echoes] [The Voice of the Lobster] — Three Titles of Lewis Carroll Poems I hear the clacking of the trap where tattered figures rot; the dead who tell no tales, yet murmur hints, drifts in the stream, deep in the murky belly of the sea. Yet her pipes do chastise me in…
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