No, I do not weep at the world –I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.–Zora Neale Hurston,from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me”in, World Tomorrow (1928) Daddy was known in our backwoods holler as Deacon. When he got up on his stump near Heron River’s shady cool banks, folks gathered; no…
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dVerse 10th anniversary celebration week — MTB — Somewhen, somewhere
Instead of a spell in mortar and pestle dwell cast potions and powders aside to climb aboard magic carpet of dreams When the cruel have been culled to fertilizer, when clawed hand way of the coin has passed, when we return to garden again, a community. When plastic and propaganda have been chucked, when trees,…
dVerse’ 10th Anniversary Celebration Week — Poetics — My Garden on 071321
The edges of my garden curl along green fuzz, concrete, and stone. Its haphazard, organic growth is both playland and harvest zone; where ants climb and dragonflies wheel; where rainbow sways among today’s sky offering. Claudia Schoenfeld, one of the co-founders of dVerse, is today’s host for Poetics. We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of…
dVerse — 10-year anniversary week — Quadrille 131 — jukin on down the line
When Mama had parties to whirl, she left us at Auntie’s.Didn’t she know Auntie had her own house jukes then?Where were their steady, hard-working, non-drinking men?Gramma and Grampa raised that platter way back when;self-serving dances that taint through the generations. top image: Wurlitzer Model 700 We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of dVerse, aka…
dVerse — OLN 295 — Midsummer Rain
Dust-storms of yesterday, coughing daisies praying for wet faces and feet, for clouds’ pregnant outpouring of “loves me, loves me!” –and parched roses get stingy with scent. Then, Heaven inhales and rumbles dark silver-veined reply. When dogwood branches are heavy with blossoms and rain, and the goldfinch listen under their umbrellas, soft sigh in midsummer…
dVerse — Poetics — Ernest Hemingway quote provides inspiration — Groundhog Day
It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward… –The Torrents of Spring (1926) Standing at the edge of the water, alone, at sunset, remembering the innumerable times you begged me with a happy, hopeful smile to come to watch them with you and I declined. And all the rest too. There is…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Solstice 2021
Earlier in the day, I spent hours at the dentist, having the old, steel-fortified, half-broken crown of tooth five sawed off, having a digital imaging done for a new one, waiting for a reductive printer to create a new one that was then coated and “cooked,” then having it snugly fitted onto the old bone…
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