dVerse — list poem — pumped

Acceleration heart thumps Beauty Curves Dynamic lean muscles flex Exhaust Fast fit endurance Grip Handlebars a solid hold Injection Joy mufflers rumble Kick-start again, Mick! Leathers slapping, Sheryl Maintenance everlubes Noise duets Open road Performance wherever, whenever Quick Rally electrolytes, shower Sleek Throttle pumped, Steven Unsafe Richard Victory bareback Wind resistance X-rays fight the power…

dVerse — taboos — three accusations

“The Circus” by Albina Felski As the oldest daughter of a mixed family of full-, half-, and step- siblings totaling 7, myself included, I often was left responsible for care taking all of them while mother and stepfather drank at the bar until it closed. The first accusation came when they took me aside and…

dVerse — quadrille 99 — sunny and sixty-five

Cushioned kitties rhythmic breathe; whiskers stir, testing air; cat-mouse dreams. Robins bicker over worms pulled by the spring equinox moon. Red maple, yellow willow, brown birch buds swell then crack – unfurling flags. Fox squirrels racetrack trees; fevered play; bird feeders hold no luster. De Jackson (aka Whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse host.  De says: stir…

dVerse — apple — With a little help from my friends*

Like any tree, apples make themselves welcome in a community; they prefer wind, rain, temperateness, hills, and a fair bit of sunshine. Pollinators adore the wispy allure of the fragrant blossoms, who call them in for a sweet powder-nectared blend of nature’s tang; mutual orgasm achieved. Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated,…

dVerse — haibun — War Child

Some say that Mars was the son of Jupiter and Juno, but when Jupiter decided to “usurp the mother function” by giving birth to Minerva directly from his forehead, Juno needed a balancing response. She consulted the Goddess Flora; Flora obtained a magic flower by plucking it ritually, then impregnated Juno by touching her belly….

dVerse — almost a Triolet — The greys and whites of March

The greys and whites of March do cling Where sun’s recede has clouds in fief So jealous of the green of Spring The greys and whites of March do cling Despite wheel’s might of change to bring Where heat and hue will sing relief The greys and whites of March still cling The sun recedes…