Petrichor cloud balloons bob as the band tunes up; it’s time to celebrate heaven’s newest angel. She’s been orienting for a few weeks and just passed the fit-for-duty quiz. She’s test-flying her wings; landing is expected in five. God always gets the first dance. My mom passed away on June 21. This is what…
Category: poetry
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Nickel somersaults, flickers in summer sunshine, while doves doze in shade.
Midnight Shake — with Radiohead, Richard Grannon, and Triggernometry
one thin carbon thread turns and wiggles a worlda three-dimensional paradise, where we perceivein infinitely re-looped elemental structures that weexperience in six senses and beyond; but we don’tappreciate them enough to cherish each and everybit to a compelling urgency to stop the clock tickingto midnight. how much insult and injury is she sup-posed to take…
Book Title Poem — Navigator (linked to earthweal’s OLW 124)
I went to the library to return some items and to pick up some others yesterday. When covid arrived back in 2020 the library stopped accepting donated books because of the transmission risk. Recently they have started taking donations again; they sit on a cart that you have to walk by to get into the…
dVerse — Monday Haibun — Solstice
Mom will not see another solstice in this life. Day is night and night is day as night approaches. They say the morphine is to help with breathing and for the pain; but mom was breathing ok before and she had no pain other than that of the children she bore and the grandchildren she…
dVerse — Poetics — The Death of Dolores Haze
That summer when sweet dew was on the rose she danced and played along the merry lane while mother hummed a tune and hung the clothes. Yet ill winds soon would spin the weather vane. A stranger from Bigtown, in fancy clothes, arrived and said he’d traveled on the train. Slack-jawed and bug-eyed, looked just…
dVerse — Monday Quadrille 154 — however it’s spelled
Does exuberant green panorama speak Spring or Summer? Mid-June paper flutters in ninety-degree heat. Rhubarb roars. Dandelions smoke cigarettes, bees hmmm carnal at rainbows. Lilacs’ brown sugar memory; mitigated with gingered peonies. Life cycles’ motors rumble. Six letters may spell what they wish. This poem is also a nod to Sanaa’s included quote (thanks Sanaa!)…
Tao-Talk 