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…
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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…
dVerse — OLN 292 — bird brain slimverse
Kooky Kingcomes to callto see whatthe fuss is. King’s cousinmissed a turn.Only stunned —thick skull helps. Mess with my hens and facespurs of wrath –Giddyup! Look deep in- to my eyes:I bet youwill blink first. About the images:youtube: taken today. just happened to look out at the right time. A…
dVerse — Poetics — He waits
tiny, yet noble in his royal blue jacket he waits, always high, strategically out of sight, until oblivious dialogues wax, then fade away. harm passed, he then dives and snatches a juicy jewel for his demure lady bird in-waiting, with his safe return. Today’s offering is a Waltmarie Poetic Form, which is a 10 line…
dVerse — Prosery — Mother’s Embrace
taken by my older son on 050921 “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” “Clear!” It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes blank. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m conscious again; yet…
dVerse — MTB — I Promise
ORIGINAL POEM (SONG) I’m Not Sayin’, by Gordon LightfootI’m not sayin’ that I love youI’m not sayin’ that I’ll care if you love meI’m not sayin’ that I’ll careI’m not sayin’ I’ll be there when you need meI can’t give my heart to youOr tell you that I’ll sing your name up to the skyI…
dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie
As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…
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