Shine Folly Moon Chocolate blue, shine folly moonPant less after beauty that waxesand wanes with every blink.Spring shoots overhead asImpulsive sea water risesWe must fade away with dayBy bare back black ship rumAll crushed shadowy drunkTongues swim gorgeous lipsSmooth hips when sad canNot see some use let meBe but raw breasts and lustWax purple symphonyOn…
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dVerse — Haibun Monday 93 — Ashes of the Dead
In time of war and unholy pogrom, the young boy’s loving parents left him in the care of the old woman who lived on the outskirts of town and raised chickens and a few meager vegetables. Until she died, sitting up, with her feet in a basin of water. He waited and waited for her…
dVerse — Meet the Bar — Unmasked
Unmasked It began with a sneezeclenched into a wheeze.Squeak-rolled by breezy hazmat suitclad orderlies to the ordered chaos of the vent. No, wait – it began with a date,obstinately masklessface; my smile always wins;not undotted eyes nor pate. I lied, I lie shunned in bright but unsunnedpincushioned, bruisedintubated half-life. Clueless, haunted, ragingthe red-capped famviews my…
dVerse — Poetics: The charms of Samuel Greenberg — Requiem for an Aging Prima Donna
Requiem for an Aging Prima Donna “Encore!” they bleed Curtsied and ruffled, Once royal flesh, now Leotard callous kneed Greasy painted mirth, I bow my swanned head in kinned animate dread. Dwindled times chant Wrinkles and sags Wriggle and creep, Seep from concealed Lucid farrows, Creases that won’t be denied. Inside I weep. Curtains sweep,…
dVerse — quadrille #114– craven magnets
Brightshine fades to metallic gray.Cell memories leak, then shrinkto shadowed dank under rotting leaves. Winds howl with crystalled regret that haunts goosebumped skinfor its capricious heat-sucking sin. When Sol blasts fall’s curtains awayCells remember and celebrate,Dancing red-orange craven magnets. image: detail of “Sower with Setting Sun” by Vincent VanGogh, in Kröller-Müller Museum,…
dVerse — OLN 276 — Dotty Wotty
Dotty, November 2019 Caged, a curiosity for languid lookingPurring to deaf ears, playing to blind eyes,After years, she curled in the corner. Injected, tested, excised under gas,Waking and groggy under bright lightsAfter years, she shrank from human touch. Transferred to free-range and soft lightsSwirling tails and biting sleepsAfter years, she curled in highest cubby She…
dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder
She feeds them in a quiet place Where willows droop; they know her face. Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear; Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace. Her zinnias smile when she returns, Their hungry sway in copper urns, The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they…
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