Adequate dimensions for its purpose, Wall-to-wall closet, and two night stands; Glass door open, breaths deep, fresh Beige, squared with art, tolerant voyeurs Goldilocks bed, a drawer full of toys Blue books, cremes, and oils Vervain, rose, jasmine mists and smokes A stage set for dreams, awake, asleep A corner box where green has no…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Meet Piet — Go Pac Go
The Pac-Man (and Ms. Pac-Man) game grid is a simple style, one of the first digital games that came out that had a sit down console. I remember back in the 1980s, the fitness club I belonged to had one of them in the juice bar/lounge area. The grid-like design of this piece reminds me…
dVerse — #NaTaMo — Showy Strangers
Rhubarb blossoms Showy strangers Iris and peony Hiccup, then Sing welcome Frank J. Tassone is today’s host of dVerse. Frank says: Write a five (5)-line Japanese-form poem of your choice: tanka, kyoka or gogyohka.
dVerse — Alice Gone Wild
Alice Gone Wild Our girths and portals swell and shrink, Adhere, adjust to what we eat, Our appetites great stones that sink; Condemn our home for taste of meat, We lie and kill and steal and cheat To have first choice to fuck hot pink. Design the odds; we can’t be beat. World by…
dVerse — quadrille — Unfixed
Unfixed show me how to live! the day I tried… fell on black days [a]live to rise my wave hunted down outshined head down burden in my hand heaven’s dead black rain rusty cage the last remaining light nothing left to say but goodbye goodbye Today is the three-year deathversary of Chris Cornell,…
dVerse — The Czar’s Black Beauty
The Czar’s Black Beauty Butter crinkled platform A million waterdrop prisms Beckon bees with nuggets Pouches burst with pollen Aerial maneuvers skim grass Dandelions faces open wonder Bumble imminent. Then…. Airpuffs lift, gentle grandmothers She grows from an idea and a miracle Until one day she’s plucked, ripe, tuned To a summer’s song – sizzling…
dVerse — prosery 13 — Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly Nightmare
“Argh…. unh….” He groans as the corkscrews are twisted, their points aiming for his liver and kidneys. In a nightmare, it is the awareness of what is happening rather than the act itself that brings agony. Paralyzed, nonetheless Mo is able to wake up – to pitch black. Was there a power outage? Bathed in…
Tao-Talk 