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…
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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…
dVerse — Quadrille 147 (2) — Is that you, Mo-Dean?
At first it seemed to be a dream; a blinding eye coiffed in black. My first thought: they’re back. Stalked peer of metallic goon is more than holo in my sleep as a scream begins to creep up the back of my paralyzed throat. This is my second offering for Bjorn’s prompt word for dVerse…
Dverse – Quadrille 147 – These Eyes
To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It’s a way of life. ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson In twos, borne sclera grapes, socket twins, camera duets note lens shifts. Panoptic seas, eagles to snails, eyes of newborn until final closing. In color surprises to weepy accepts discern silhouettes; sweet Arbus…
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