dVerse — Poetics and earthweal’s OLW #105 — Our Tree Gods

image based on a dream I had a few years ago I dreamt there came a newly found religion instead of worship three, we worshipped tree instead of pushed conversion, gathered free and planted seeds, then danced under our cousins til shining green in leaves from sea to sea. To cut a tree would be…

Word Garden Word List #12 (Richard Brautigan)

Slow?  Or Quick? Frankenstein fish paddle every rural creek, crackling neon- streaked streams where freaks flare and bite. Brain-stem stubs, double-headed hornets with lantern bodies writhe while entranced pumpkin heads laugh on steamy sludgebanks at autonomic polyfluoroalkyl St. Vitus’ dance. We, tho, roam jungle streets, urban dinosaurs ceaselessly jonesing for extradimensional bliss. We prance, a…

Love of Place — Poet Ken Gierke

I hold in my hand a mini-chapbook of poems by fellow blogger and poet, Ken Gierke.  Ken’s passion for nature shines through his words.  He inhabits places, one by one, and by the time you’ve finished reading, you feel like you’ve been there.  And who is to say you haven’t. Learn more about this mini-chapbook…

dVerse — Quadrille 145 — Nibbling

Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea and watching the end of, “Ray Donovan: The Movie.” And crying. Chauncey, the puppy, should be running in dreams after hounding Mlady and Dotty all day; instead, he’s nibbling my toes. What a silly, synchronous act of comforting. top image link Note:  Chauncey passed away in 2016, but he…

TSM 197 — Late Summer Berries

Photography by Kristine Wayman a life noir of flickered shadows wandered nightmares of dead forests palette drained by traitor rainbows wandered nightmares of dead forests where once green danced, where fancies played moan in still, stale airless chorus where once green danced, where fancies played hungry sunlight blushed tender flesh naivete hacked with crime’s blade…