Since she was a young chick she’s preferred plain to print.
Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Reaper’s Prophesy
Sand, once forest, graveyards for ghosts of trees, soft whistles in breeze soon rumble with trucks laying foundations, proclamations of soulless dominion over ten thousand things; foul matricide. Sand, once forest, crawls with mud and afeared who claw for last arks for floods consume waste. Jack o’lantern face grins grimly when they gurgle, flounder, sink…
POPO 2021 Day 26
Her summer mind wanders to fresh blue- berry pie.
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Samhain’s Repast
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,–from, “Storm Fear” by Robert Frost The fire roared as we raised our glasses and toasted to delicious food and good company at this, our first Samhain gathering in two years. As all had been vaccinated and the room was of fair size, no masks were…
POPO 2021 Day 25
Only a lioness can make him sit pretty.
Programme for ‘The Anthropocene Hymnal Live’ — Experiments in Fiction
I will be reading two of my poems live during this event. Today, I am excited to announce the programme of readers for ‘The Anthropocene Hymnal Live,’ which will be taking place via Google Meet at 5pm CET on Sunday, 7th November. You are welcome to download a copy and invite others if you wish:…
POPO 2021 Day 24
Blessings come each morning as I sip cosmic brew.
