One Doc and One Series Almost in tandem, I saw a documentary and a series on HULU (note: ad-free) where in the unseen world threads reach out to each other. I’ll cover the documentary today and possibly write up the FX series, “The Lowdown,” at a future time. Last year, I heard about Sugarcane and…
Category: poetry
dVerse MTB — Shadow
ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…
dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island
Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…
#SLS Phil Lynott (8/20) “A Song for While I’m Away,” from Thin Lizzy’s, Vagabonds of the Western World (1973)
The search was half of the fun on this week’s prompt. Memorizing musician’s and songwriter’s birthdays is not my area of expertise, so I went through the days in wikipedia until I hit on Phil. A few years or so ago, when I was listening to Spotify’s Release Radar, I came across a song by…
dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight
The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…
dVerse Prosery Monday 86 — Third Time Karma (For Virginia) — CONTENT WARNING — please don’t read if you’re squeamish
I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughtsby Arthur Sze, from, Jaguar Song Third Time Karma (For Virginia) I put dabs of blood-velvet lipstick on like a whore, then matte it daintily like a lady, before taking last look in the mirror. I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts. Smiling at our…
Rain Man revisited — a prayer for Planet Earth and all of her life forms
I’ve posted this a few times, the last time in June of 2023. I have a feeling I’ll be re-posting it more frequently as the planet’s temperature continues to rise. It’s 96F here today, the hottest day so far this summer. I love this poem. It came to me from a wise spirit. Please read…
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