death settles on this night,when his mind gets justright. cold fog puffs to gauze- cushioned sighs; he smiles.when his mind gets justright, death conjures life; his bare toes dance in lightto angelic voices; soul flies as his life becomes dust. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Category: poetry
dVerse — OLN #305 Live! and earthweal OLW #96 — Dispelled
Padding along cushioned unfamiliarwhere fungi creeps unmolested alongfallen limbs from long-distant lake gusts My blue gps dot with flashlight incrementsthe pixel-dashed trail scalloping theinland lake to the marked ruin of tribes and boys. Carved cold granite icon topatriarchal rights of domains and souls.Resting on the crumbling concrete baseof a dining hall that fed the damned…
dVerse — Poetics — Blessed Beneficence
This summer lawn mowing season went fairly smoothly. With front, back, and side lawns and front and back fields to be mowed on the rider, regardless of what time of day and level of cloud and hat cover, it was invariably a relaxing, meditative experience. Except for that day. The loud, vibrating mower rolled towards…
dVerse — Prosery — Bad Girls
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night–from “When We Sing of Might,” by Kimberly Blaeser I pick one up at the runaway shelter. Another from her granny’s house. One from court-approved fictive kin’s house. The one picked up from the detention center is pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Wednesday is…
The Results of the World Haiku Series 2021 — Akita International Haiku Network
If you want to read fantastic international haiku from the Akita International Haiku Network, please follow this blog. My haiku and haiga will be featured in February! Instead of Matsuo Basho, it is my greatest delight and honor to announce the results of the World Haiku Series 2021. We would like to express our great…
TSM 189 — Nature Girl
Nature Girl Mama yells, “don’t get your frock dirty,” asshe skips away to play among wren tinklesand sunbeams through tall stands of pine. Bursting from the dappled path, she glimpseswhere silver ripples the mere speck of a lake;a dancing gingham butterfly flits as flowers sway. Casting off her cap and all the rest, she tip-toesamongst…
dVerse — MTB — Daisy Petal Fragments
“Bubbles,” by Marcus Adkins two pulsing orbs cloaked against cold in a rose-colored morning cartwheeling gulls laugh humping in the sky with the thrill of sin bright scarlet testaments in glittered shards of bliss R.E.M. springs with hope, “let my machine talk to me”* let [your] machine talk to [you] let our machines make music…
Tao-Talk 