Mia Goth in Frankenstein Not yesterday I learned to knowThe love of bare November daysBefore the coming of the snow,— by Robert Frost, from My November Guest Discovering Warmth Mother and Father are two different parts of the same animal. Mother prowls my form, draping it in loose fabric with high, choking lace collars. Bonnets…
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dVerse OLN 395 — Dearest Lake
taken on 110625 Dearest Lake, Upon your sugar shoulders I’ve toddled,chased minnows in your shallows, dugfor clams with growing, waterlogged feet.I’ve squealed, held on on you in ski-boat donuts. My friend had a keep-dry wrap;her hand healing from a barb wired fence.Never far from you, with innumerable rides,drives, innertubes, sailboats; your exhalescasting fishy seaweed stench…
dVerse Poetics — Crafts of Living
Crafts of LivingThe day she realized she couldn’t staybegan to craft a plan to get away meticulously carried out each stepby time he realized it she had lefthe cried a lot but then his rage beganhe crafted ways to punish her and thenit carried on for way too many yearsthe letting go, the cultivating fearsuntil…
dVerse’ — MTB/Form — “Bike Ride: ‘nother ending”
Bike Ride – ‘Nother Endingrails are paved, conveyance on flat measuresshoes and tired frames are bouncing bumps graded; right direction’s comfort’s treasurelong arms, green sleeves, holes of chainsawed stumpsreaching out to thrill and feeling season’s fluxwinds are brushing cheeks with humus in the airdappled shadows flicker autumn movies’ flairsparkles on the river, geese are taking…
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — flipping the script on horror movie quotes
“I know what you did last summer” – Ben Willis, I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) I Know What You Did Last SummerI know what you did last summerwith your little red wagonwhen your garden was heavywith produce: carrots, radishcucumber, zucchini, green beans,strawberries, blueberries, lettuce,spinach, chard, kale, cabbage.The first time I saw youwas the day I…
dVerse Halloween Haibun Monday
As sunlight slips away, we meander garden paths whose cooling seamstress has costumed all with carnival colors. All but the crows, whose shiny, unruffled contrast caws and echoes across barn, windmill, and alchemizes fear for the living in the dead. cold cement lively poselipstick eyebrows dance in dusk’s breathwelcoming the dark lines, textures, towercasting…
dVerse OLN — Waiting
Waiting She shows herself only to mewhen I visit her garden; posespretty ruffled dress and gloves;it matters not, and may enhance,her filigree bones beneath them.Lanky locks, lavish green bow,I wait for her turn. What colorare her eyes? How wide is hersmile? Will her teeth be small?Although I visit Miss Havershamevery day, every day I’m lost…
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