After my folks divorced, my mom and us kids moved away. The new house was smaller, but brighter. The old, quiet, mostly childless neighborhood switched to one full of children for my brothers and I to play with. running in sunlight I shoot and make the basket my new best friend cheers Weekends with my…
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dVerse Quadrille Monday 136 – Early Morning Transport
Some quiet clockwork morningsair crunches, birds still slumber;cats furry donuts in fleece bedswhen anachronistic stage is set;triggers from percolator poemstransport with each sip, to whenlips lingered over lips together,steam wisps and easy smilescozy-niched into our forever. image: “Morning Coffee,” by Khalid Saqr Linda is today’s host for dVerse’. Linda says:Hello Everyone and Welcome to…
earthweal weekly challenge: When to the center? and dVerse’ OLN
image: The Otfrid labyrinth design, here the scene for the battle between Theseus and the Minotaur, in a late twelfth century manuscript from Regensburg, Germany. Ten thousand collective stepshave gotten us to right here,twisting and turning, each with,moment by moment, myriadsteps of thinking, feeling, receiving, transmitting, yetwithin a context of one-way-inone-way-out, as prescribed.When will…
dVerse — Poetics — Foot soldiers of death
I’m a hungry foot soldier,part of an army of warmongers.Leaderlessclan wiggle stepsany terrain with trees.Inches, feet, yards, mileswe march. Our pasty belliesgrowl until we find our leafy prey.Rippling ribbons of black squirmred stripes say we mean harmtasting bad our lucky charmendless search & destroy.Hair telegraph signalssay a sapling snackwe’re on attackswarming likesharks we chew it…
dVerse — Prosery — Calling All Humans
“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” by William Blake, from, SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789) “Mars Attacks!,” images of glittery spheres encompassing Earth’s atmosphere arrayed themselves on every screen. Suddenly the petty grievances between individuals and nations disintegrated. A thrum of voices registered on the Richter scale. Fear rippled through most,…
dVerse — MTB — Dancing Dead
she reads the last few pages of the book,a tale of high adventure ev’ry page,vicarious indulgence, what it took;done to distract her thinking from its rageexciting tales of bravery and hopewhere villains die and heroes conquer allno need to weep and in the darkness gropeeat, drink, be merry, maskless for the ballwe’re dancing dead…
dVerse — Poetics — Unraveled
“The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying.” – by Sanaa Rivzi, from, “A pocketful of maybes” Winter trees were madness, webbed silhouettes, gaining grey sky; compelled, relieved a keened need for empty… Pulled out through every hole in the head, crystal-silk threads now fill still, glittered heaven….
