민화. Korea folk painting. Folk art works on Lee Joungjoo #민화 ere twas man / astronaut designthrough Fuxi and Nuwa / puppetsto meld feathers / and scales; made them be both in / yet not of this worldformed of purest yang / nine by ninebackwards are evil / six by six mixed scales to tangle…
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dVerse — Prosery — To the Mountains!
But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutterAgainst the blue cloth of the sky–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang She’d played LOTTO Club for twenty-plus years. It was probably a waste of money. If she was meant to win, she would; yet she couldn’t win if she didn’t play, and so it continued –…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Come the Dawn
Ev’ry night ascend appointed pathRendezvous until the dark is goneTuck away immortal flights with youCome the sober rose blush of the dawn Doesn’t matter that it isn’t realEven if it’s just in dreams it’s trueCome the sober rose blush of the dawnTuck away immortal flights with you Promise hugged with hope one day unfurledWhen the…
dVerse — Poetics — Rental
Vinyl siding that covers ant-chewed planks,chipped and broken from bottles and baseballs. Concrete steps, cracked from earth-settling, chip-ped when the second-hand fridge got delivered. All windows glass dusty panes, except one’s plastic;the flaked painted molding shows rot, disintegration. The door is hollow core, with many ghosts of locks,kick holes towards the floor of the bare…
dVerse — Poetics — Solar Sailer
The muse alighted on my shoulder and asked, “Do you really want a home built on stone?” I thought only a moment. “Not anymore.” “Surely not one built on sand or in the trees?” “God forbid, and that goes for one on wheels.” She asked, “Where do you feel most at home?” (Knowing full-well where.)…
dVerse — quadrille 133 — Prayer to the Unworthy
Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
dVerse — OLN 297 — Daylight Dance
Forest trees, red bird;faerie dance, silk-haired;see her there amongst the leaves,wee? She’s shy by daybut needs sunbeams’ play.Watching her brings joy to me. When the crow calls onceand daylight’s not much,when it’s time for her to go,red bird nears on bough,cocks his head, chirps, “Now.”Soon they’re airborne, orange aglow. When the owl hoots twiceand she’s…
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