Rising from the soil as Kun rises from water a green furred dragon. Brown scales gleam when she rests, as heaven’s grace flows to and fro. Lillian is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. One of my old co-workers in the juvenile probation officer job ended up leaving and putting his teaching degree to…
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dVerse — Poetics — Risk!
When more adrenalin than blood coursed through her veinsshe crawled from her bed past the partying carnies. It was worth the risk, as a small promise was made and stored in a soon-forgotten niche of her heart…………………………………….. ………………………………………She’d clawed her way back to it,led by cryptic clues on tattered dream sticky notes. Fishin so many…
dVerse — Prosery — The Sound of Water
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”–from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.” Gil woke curled in a dark place, lying on her side, hearing the sound of trickling water. Opening her eyes, she felt dried crusted tears breaking loose. Her wrists were bound behind her….
dVerse — Poetics — Grandma’s Baby Saturday
Thursday began as any other morning, when the breeze blew in this morning. Cats figure-eight my first sit-spot as cats are wont to do. The coffee brews. Outside, look up, not blue; storm brews? Stirring cream into the hot steaming mug, stirring emotions swirl; Saturday is baby. Not quite eight weeks old, Saturday my…
dVerse — MTB — Curwood Castle
Day trip, along two roads of perpendicular straight lines,cuts through endless fields, punctuated by bergsand a prison. One way ends and then begins curves;first anchored by a rectangle that serves as a dash between a poetry of smooth golden-rodded turrets’ curves.Inside, heavy, burnished oak of narrow staircases curlever upward; tree repurposed to vine. At last,…
dVerse — Poetics — In Mexico Again
One day I’d love to step outside and pluck you from a tree. Until then, my journey to find you begins at a grocery aisle bin. You, plump, lying with your friends under a fluorescent sun, waiting for an admirer to choose you, to tenuously feel your flesh give. Your skin’s rolling green texture and…
dVerse — Quadrille 129 — Dragon Lover
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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