maker memory law: hold the circle firmly and tattoo with two fish profiles chasing each other, a revolution of infinity. As the moon chases the sun across the sky, each resting in equal measure, light and shadow a matched pair, dancing from the darkness comes a seed to the light creation bursts forth in…
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dVerse — prosery 15 — Red Moon Rise
A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. — Carl Sandburg, from Jazz Fantasia A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. My head tilts just so and I swear the hills are moving like a great dark beast; a shadowy twin of my guilt, following. Red…
dVerse — MTB — I, Ginger Baker
I, Peter Edward Baker, was born in South London on August 19, 1939, the son of me mum, Ruby, who worked in a tobacco shop and me da, a bricklayer son of a bricklayer – until the Royal Signal Corps put him on the front lines. Blitzkreig bombings started when I was a wee lad…
dVerse — Poetics — imprint
Pulled up to the empty parking lot of the restaurant. Amend that, empty except for one giant Yamaha crotch rocket and a man, standing off to the side, looking at the back patio. His back turned so I could get a long look at his long frame in his tan dress pants and matching…
dVerse — quadrille — Blue and Clouds
Blue seems so far away, yet here I stand, immersed. Seen from a distance; clear, yet felt so murkily within. Clouds, wing-fluffed mystical messengers; cushioned protectors from punishing glare. Blue-clotted canvas smoothed under moving yet constant angel brushes — watery dilutors of woe. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143 — cool grey slate and dVerse OLN
Surveying cool grey slate, Shapes form, then colors Rainbowed characters drawn Shade shift, flavors pique Sensory extravaganza But only in our minds What is is a unidimensional Flat map of what could be How do we inflate the dream Into three dimensions? Winds, planets, satellites Water pools, veins, capillaries Mountains, valleys, caves The greenleafs and…
dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine
He found her floundering in his net, which was empty until then. Lost troubled face; confused and spent. Docked at the empty cottage where his mother lived before; he gave her baggy clothes to wear. Off to the village to see Annie, he didn’t see her bury something in the garden. She sang, the fish…
