“There is something about the summer / That makes me moody” – “Summer Mood,” Best Coast Theater of Summer Storm Grumble, timpani preamble. Afterwards, listen. There.Wind rustles dust-dulled leaves; skin-tickling mist isblessed, petrichor aura, portends of somethingthat needs lightning’s stage. Something aboutto burst forth; wringing clouds’ torrents upon thebrick ground and drooping stems of summer.Droplets,…
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dVerse — Poetics — Happy Birthday, Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain art She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak — Kurt Cobain, from “Heart-Shaped Box“ With practiced, sterile, gloved hands she tosses sample on tray. Her flat black eyes alight as she studies an oddity — that is me. Incongruous specimen, distinct from any like, unearthly beast snagged in satellite net,…
dVerse — MTB 229 — Clouded Amber?
Days odd and even even sun-crossed moon, are the (the)ater of unresolved thoughts. Thoughts waived, arrhythmic tattering honey. Honey, swirled and cloudy, won’t; wont to ooze and cling to heart and wing, stick, stick(y), drippy cotton-candy paralysis, pre-fossilized to to(tal) unsolved resolution. Ink-expressed, we may have have(n) in comfort that what we leave, might-have-been been…
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