My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.–Wolf Kahn From seed to death through seasons growWith side to side through all they swayFrom searing heat to bitter coldFrom seed to death through seasons growIn naked shrink to rainbow showFrom greening up in sun-charged playFrom seed…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Poetics 429 — Maggie Jayne
Maggie Jayne Maggie Jayne is the littlest Schwandtin the Lakeview Schwandt pond. Maggie Jayne, girl, the boys won’t dareto be pummeled by thirty fists.Loved by an army,she’s the last twinkle in her daddy’s eye. Will she be free-wheelin’ on an ATVor baking apple pies in an apron?Wearing camo or curls?Curtsying or climbing trees? On November…
dVerse — Prosery 18 — Tanked
[T]here is nothing behind the wallexcept a space where the wind whistles…–from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller I’m floating in aquamarine dialed to an optimal degree. My breasts point to the sky. Bubbles tickle my back. I flap my arms like humpback flippers and hum low, sending a message to my lover. Please…
dVerse — MTB 226 — ROYGBIV
Redwaves ofsorrow wash throughme, a nerve-searing tsunami of loss. Tart, sweet, your twinkling eyes with deep laugh linespull me in. Idream or-ange. Yel-low slidesunder leaves, inwait for industrious, distracted mice. After long months of masked fear, the time comesto put it down.New greensprouts. Bluechangesabout, tiptoesin my peripheral vision at first. Long wavy tresses caress her…
dVerse — Poetics 428 — November
November creeps labile, weak, clinging to memories of warm-vigored nights; then casts them to bitter cold winds where tears fall in sheets. Careless deer, callous to lilies’ needs, nibble their leaves, leaving stark stalks that cannot feed summer’s hopes of rainbow starbursts. Spent frogs, turtles, and furry crawlers dig or weave beds, hoping for pleasant…
dVerse — quadrille 114 — Cloudfish
Rise to the surfacefrom deep blue each breath a lighter hue Patchwork of cloudsmeshed together,one hand lifts us up. A place where we see,formed, yet formless,happiness is a noplace But everyplace to be;blind, yet seeing,all one being. When I read Lillian’s prompt word over the weekend, I took a moment to take it…
dVerse — OLN — Best Turkey of the Bunch
Dead, unfallen leaves shine brighterThan the weak beam of our faded star.As we walk with hope to cast our voteFor the best turkeys in the running,The whole world is watching. Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night, which was also a live event.
Tao Talk 