Waiting She shows herself only to mewhen I visit her garden; posespretty ruffled dress and gloves;it matters not, and may enhance,her filigree bones beneath them.Lanky locks, lavish green bow,I wait for her turn. What colorare her eyes? How wide is hersmile? Will her teeth be small?Although I visit Miss Havershamevery day, every day I’m lost…
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dVerse — Q234 — Anime Girl
Blue platform shoes. Courtesy Vivienne Westwood. Photo Victoria and Albert Museum, London Anime Girl Stepped from eighties anime,she’s topped,pink mop’sridge falls togreen almonds.Her zygomatsappled rapture.Lipstick smile,bulldog chin,bobble necksouths, slender,to shadow valley.She’s sheathed in pressed purpleelastic sparkle.Her sequins lighttwo matchsticks strike blueplatform shoes. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we write a 44-word…
dVerse — Prosery — The Enemy
image found at imgur The Enemy Drab olive duffel bulges on white chenille bedspread, waiting. Shaving, questioning in my reflection, I nick the curve of my jaw. Blood drips into sink. “Billy, come down for breakfast!,” Ma yells. I already know it’s blueberry pancakes by the aroma wafting up the stairwell. They’re my favorite, but…
Indigenous Peoples Day — First People (repost with link to new Martin Panamick information)
image: “Fish”, by Martin Panamick Learn more about Martin Panamick (1956-1977) here. Also, looking for more information on Martin, I found this very interesting journal about him and how he was killed under mysterious circumstances. It’s going to be difficult to write about indigenous people in the North American continent without accompanying guilt and shame….
OLN 393 — Destroying Evidence is a Crime
“Liberty Molested” (2024) Destroying Evidence is a Crimeerasure is a capital offenseredacted acts committed don’t existwhen felons strike the match there’s no defensea gravity of culling has besetideas, shapes, and sizes on the blockcreative output yanked from walls & shelvesrecorded testaments of what is bestand worst about a species gone awrywith highs and lows that…
dVerse — Poetics Tuesday — October Means
October Means All earthlings glimmer via playful patina pixies on blue washed or white mottled backdrops squeeze-dried, sweetened, night-refrigerated palette extremes of acorn brown to orange- red flames. Welcome smoke puffs from chim- neys and burning leaves, homely visitors that cause jack o’lanterns to smile in resonance. Flannel rebooted; merino wool caps knitted. Fall festivals,…
dVerse – Q233 — Moon Never Boos
Moon Never Boos Moon never boos night;two partners who share. Night is jealous of sun’shalf-time of blue sphere. Shadow sneaks into dayas things turn and sway, moving to light’s rhythm,slow-motion choreograph. Sun rings mates to flickertwinkling night, water, bright,perpetual balancing game. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us…
Tao-Talk 