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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dVerse — MTB 231 — Gone
You fling it open for the first time / but I’m gone– by Mohja Kahf, from “Wall” We toy with each other like seasons:I, blazing, thirsty summer; you, warm brown autumn,until our worlds spin;and you, deep-frozen wintertaunt me, life-craving spring.Consorting with Sol, you trickle down mountain graniteseeking me in the deep pool where…
dVerse — MTB 231 — White tiger
Three white tigers and a bear followed me in after my sworn protector left for reasons unknown. One tiger stood before me in sleek striped majesty. Two with contrasting modes: my terror; her hunger. Her instinct to kill vs. my instinct to survive. Using tiger talk to distract all until able to steel my nerve…
dVerse — Poetics 438 — Grave
Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind by Luisa A. Igloria, from “A Reparation” Flutterings, the authors of which I cannot say; a scent of green or black decay undetermined. Rough tendrils creep from sole to grubby ankle Will I feel a pinch or be heaved from this grave? Today’s offering is…
dVerse — Quadrille 120 — My way
My way is sky, silk blue canvas to white fluff and dark currents;sprays of rose herald day, or grey. My way is earth, organic amalgam,coming and going, vehicle for growing. My waymates are this and that, pungent and sweet; I breathe deep. image: “Where Earth Meets Sky,” by Gina Grundemann I am today’s host for…
dVerse — Poetics 437 and OLN — Plugged in and Charged
The average human, at rest, produces around 100 watts of power. Over periods of a few minutes, humans can comfortably sustain 300-400 watts; and in the case of very short bursts of energy, such as sprinting, some humans can output over 2,000 watts. —Stanford University At rest, we can power a hundred-watt light bulb. With…
dVerse — Prosery 20 — Hungry
Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,by Mary Oliver, from from Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, especially on the nights I hear them, moaning and scratching at the windows. It’s the coldest January on record. I’ve unlocked the outbuilding,…
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