the beastie in thesodden wood does coil, raise itsburlish back in wait I had the best intentions of participating this year, but the Women Music March has taken the oomph out of it for me. I still plan on taking a look at the list and following the ones that sound interesting but will…
Category: poetry
dVerse — OLN 313 and earthweal 112 — A Walk in the Woods tanka series
just a few steps in wreathe of trailing arbutus glistens in the rain soon my coat is heavy also soggy humus path my home ◊◊◊ such a tiny thing this small pink berry, yet it becomes a world here litter of wet forest floor rotting testament to life ◊◊◊ imagination wants me to believe that…
dVerse — Poetics — just the baubles, please!
You all know the wild grief that besets us when we remember times of happiness. – Ernst Junger, On the Marble Cliffs, John Lehmann, 1947 If, if only we could choose them, severed threads cauterized, polished and shining like coins rolling end over end in sunlight, when it’s always what we call it — where…
Serow Volume 5 is HERE — Akita International Haiku Network
Some of my haiga (photo + haiku) are featured in this volume of Serow. I’m geeked about it! Serow Volume 5 featuring the winners of the 2021 Akita International Haiku Contest is now available online! Volume 5 also features photo haiku and reviews of current haiku collections. CLICK HERE Serow Volume 5 is HERE — Akita…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — cherry blossoms
Last year’s cherry blossoms were ghosts and pixelated. The grove at the gardens were off limits due to the pandemic. Instead I toured them in Washington, D.C. and Toronto, Canada via youtube. It was pleasant to do so, and better than nothing, but not quite the same. This year the gardens is opened and advance…
A thousand beating hearts. — Writing Whatnots
I read this poem by Marion Horton today and felt compelled to share it. Real or contrived? I cannot tell.Questioning all that I now see. Metaphors dangle overhead –like a child’s mobile.My pen reaches up to hook one –drag it onto the page. But which? The soft one, sewn of felt and love,which shares its…
TSM 204 — Sunglowed
Sentenced explosions, smoke, and wailing finds my spirit drifting away to the day we walked among sunflowers. He, ahead, turned and sat, smiling, sunglowed, amidst a world of balanced peace. Today’s offering is in the nonet form. top image: Carrie found this inspiring image via our fellow Muser & friend Sherry. 🤩 Carrie is the…
Tao-Talk 