I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night–from “When We Sing of Might,” by Kimberly Blaeser I pick one up at the runaway shelter. Another from her granny’s house. One from court-approved fictive kin’s house. The one picked up from the detention center is pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Wednesday is…
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dVerse — MTB — Daisy Petal Fragments
“Bubbles,” by Marcus Adkins two pulsing orbs cloaked against cold in a rose-colored morning cartwheeling gulls laugh humping in the sky with the thrill of sin bright scarlet testaments in glittered shards of bliss R.E.M. springs with hope, “let my machine talk to me”* let [your] machine talk to [you] let our machines make music…
dVerse — Poetics — Reaper’s Prophesy
Sand, once forest, graveyards for ghosts of trees, soft whistles in breeze soon rumble with trucks laying foundations, proclamations of soulless dominion over ten thousand things; foul matricide. Sand, once forest, crawls with mud and afeared who claw for last arks for floods consume waste. Jack o’lantern face grins grimly when they gurgle, flounder, sink…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Samhain’s Repast
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,–from, “Storm Fear” by Robert Frost The fire roared as we raised our glasses and toasted to delicious food and good company at this, our first Samhain gathering in two years. As all had been vaccinated and the room was of fair size, no masks were…
dVerse — Poetics — Flighty Bird
Like a belled cat, you can hear me, tags tinkling, long before I’m seen.You can marvel as I walk with flashing colors and words.Behold my magic rainbow memory. Blue butterfly has the best route home.Red cardinal has my favorite restaurants.Purple ‘potamus holds my number, phone.Orange giraffe has zip – simply to taunt. Fox is silver…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday 2nd entry — Mother’s Gift
Mother’s birthday gift,a planted sapling you, the front yard ash, grewold with me. A weathered,tuckered man, limbs drooping, I was laid to restbeside you underyour open arms. Now we share rollingseasons in silent comfort,as fond companions do. Ash tree image link Sarah is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Today’s word is “ash” and…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday — One Blessed Night
Hunter Moon, stark orb in silent stage,lights a way lost by day, to folly’s repose.Stone wiggled loose, a puff of dust,candle bright as shadows sway. Intoned promises, from ashes you spark to life.Dark price paid for this one blessed night. Image was taken last year at Felt Mansion. Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’…
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