What is this curiosity we have for winged, scaled worms called dragons? Proof that subterranean vole-bait may transform to soar at-will? Is it their new capriciousness to choose “scorched earth” that attracts? They still sleep in dark wet, for godsakes! Then I spied one… It’s not easily seen in the picture, but the shadow of…
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dVerse — OLN — Kindku Double Feature
Healer Magician, god-imbued face, stage-glides in feathers soul searching each heart to pour the kindness of grace. Mango sunrise through stained glass sears clean forbidden streaks as it heals heaven’s lost. Magicked Magician, your tricks ruffle soft through my feathers, soul strings thrummed in tune. A strange mix of carnal grace, mango martinis where redeemed…
dVerse — Poetics — Repurposing
“I’m in a glass case of emotion.” -Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, 2004 – Repurposing I’m in a glass case of emotioncasually placed on your shelfa trophy for the world to seeyet suffocating, dessicating,becoming a museum piece;an oddity, an icon of other times,something you visit on “free day” Let me be your Wardian casedeep…
dVerse Haibun Monday and Haikai Challenge 191: Flower Moon
This Spring, in addition to bluebirds nesting in one of their boxes, there are two pair of ducks and a pair of sandhill cranes nesting along the ponds out back. I’ve seen the ducks take flight on my walks. The cranes have strategically placed their nest in an area that is now impassable due to…
dVerse — MTB — Nature’s Waltz
Nature’s Waltz When the outside comes in on the breeze, When the stale air inside floats away, When the scent of the lilac makes me sneeze, When the song of the wind chimes say that we made it to Spring through the greys. When the reds of the robins return When the orange of the…
dVerse — Poetics — Ode to Charles Fletcher Lummis
Charles Fletcher Lummis 1897 Are orphans worthy? If so, how much? To what purpose? Who is asking, and who is answering depends on so and thus. Yet there he was an orphan, determined to learn what was needed to earn his keep in a world where motherless children are too often kicked to the curb…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday — Scuffed
Wound silky thread, row upon row, maker’s bark woven // yet fatefully scuffed; existential shorthand all understand. There remain no untroubled bits. If perchance you see none, know the pulp beneath. Mycellic intraveni creep up from roots; we’re nourished as we return to dust. Yesterday, older son and I took another walk out along The…
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