Outside My Door The driveway’s wet sloping back ends at a green-fringed white-crystalled skirtthat traps tantalizing fragrance withinits folds. Trauma-stilled, crunchy stepsimprint on a swollen body that one daywill melt away to nothing but mud. image link Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Grace says:The Writing Challenge: Write a poem utilizing either Personification…
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dVerse — Poetics 436 — This is not a cow skull
This is not a cow skull.It’s the fulfillment of a random outrageous request of a teenage son.It’s an item that caused a young clerk at Staples in a small town a challenge to prepare for shipping across the country.It’s an item that costed more to ship than to buy.It’s an item forementioned son wanted nothing…
dVerse — Quadrille 119 — Undertaker’s Lament
It’s hard to dab her waxen cheeks.Sockets fill with sea; digits tremble.When daffodils last bloomed, her face wore roses. Fresh endorsedfor necromancy that broughtsolace to sobbing left-behinders.“Keeping you safe, daddy,” she’d insisted as she imbued another covid corpse. Image: “Funeral” by Dondavid De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday. De says:Write…
dVerse — OLN 281 — Come early
Oh how I wish St. Patrick’s Day came early this year.We could pack dried shamrocks into our pipesand invoke his spirit to return for a special favor.If we asked nicely, would he drive the snake fromthe capitol that sits on a swamp? Maybe, if we promised to be real good and played nice, he would…
dVerse — Poetics 435 — The Band, In Concert
It’s the beginning of January and in the middle of the night, when all is still except for the low chatter coming from the latest netflix episode from the latest series. One cat sleeps on my lap and one cat sleeps under my right arm on the couch, warm and dreaming of hunts in…
dVerse — Haibun 95 — New Beginnings?
photo by Alex Nye Back in 2008, my then-boyfriend had gone on and on about the years he spent living in Santa Barbara, CA, to a point where I seriously thought about getting a job there and relocating. I watched the county human resources web site and applied for jobs I was qualified for. Sure…
dVerse — MTB 229 — Clouded Amber?
Days odd and even even sun-crossed moon, are the (the)ater of unresolved thoughts. Thoughts waived, arrhythmic tattering honey. Honey, swirled and cloudy, won’t; wont to ooze and cling to heart and wing, stick, stick(y), drippy cotton-candy paralysis, pre-fossilized to to(tal) unsolved resolution. Ink-expressed, we may have have(n) in comfort that what we leave, might-have-been been…
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