I went out to the hazel wood / Because a fire was in my head.–from The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats Leather felt strange on my feet again after six months, mirroring the feeling of stepping on dry land again. Circling gulls seemed to laugh at me as I navigated through the…
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dVerse — MTB — Blueberry Muffins on a Winter Afternoon
A bright blanket of snow shrouds the ground today asan anemic yellow sun deepens shadows near snowbanks.Cradled muffins with blueberries picked in summer bake, their seraphic commit drifting from room to room.Mlady and Dotty are situated in their usual spotsnear the slider door, surveilling cardinals and fox squirrels.I pour a cup of fresh coffee and…
dVerse — Poetics 439 — Grace with Soul
Light micrographs of Cladosporium sphaerospermum NRRL 8131 Black tunes will save the world.You heard right. Melanin singsgospel waves attuned to death,and twists them to sweet life.Can I get an amen? Amen! Cladosporium sphaerospermum is a fungi that employs radiosynthesis. It eats radiation, where in the process the melanin in its body converts…
dVerse — Quadrille 121 — Winter’s Embrace
woodcut image, “Winter Sleep,” by Yumi Kawaguchi, from DogwoodStudioAlaska Snow embraces treeswho embrace winter aswinter embraces land. Land sleeps, a caveof cold-warm that cradles curled furred dreamers,cryo’ed reptiles, seeds. All seeds sleep. Some feed hearty plumed and scurried, pulsing with life despite inert season.Many wake to Spring bloom. [44 words] Merril is today’s…
dVerse — OLN 283 — To Buk, with Love
“The difference between life and art is art is more bearable.“– Charles Bukowski Embraced heart listensfor time’s prisoner willdie, but you magic me,life breeze my porcelain.Sad poetry pies of warm liquid caramel perfume,your growling whimpersheal my wet window sky. image: found inside a copy of It Catches My Heart, by Charles Bukowski,…
dVerse — Poetics 438 — Along the Marne, resides…
Bused tourists travel through with cameras, bound to snap shots of old war memorials along the Marne, on our plateau of tears. Some may notice a mound near the banks where polaroid splashes of wildflowers grow. A place where those who live in these parts know resides the remains of trophæum. Reeking, foreign uniforms happened…
dVerse — Haibun 96 — Eagle-Eyes
Not in the present tense and not experienced by me, but still relevant to the prompt, it is about an event that happened with Bob, my ex-boyfriend, and Chauncey, our Boston Terrier, on our sailboat a few years ago. Bob had buoyed offshore in the inland lake we live near. He noticed a bald…
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