dVerse — MTB — The Shape of Dust

I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste…

dVerse — MTB — Cadralor Form

Crumpled, wet tissue in the motel room corner Orange shag carpet, particle board paneling Salt slush dries white on orange polyester Greyscale drear of earth, sky, clouds, trees At stainless steel polka-dots, figures sit hunched; mangy dogs waiting for the bell Military-grade metal clicks and clangs, Stale sweat, fragile smiles, hollow eyes Leaning on the…

POPO 2021 Day 6

My passion slides in your ears and warms your sweet glow.

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Stone

Mottled oval submerged near lake shorewinks at me through twinkling ripples.I take my shoes and socks off. Ooh!Ice water curls my toes; wets my cuffs. She humsas she warmsin my palm. Stone drowses on the windowsill with the cats. image link of Petoskey Stone at Lake Michigan here De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for…