TSM 198 — Dark Flames

“Burning Love” Art by Diggie Vitt Dark Flames lithe, fragrant blossom death’s head lures warm, willing hearts ghosts wander and weep lithe, fragrant blossom in field of compulsion’s bait sets morbid trap; waits death’s head lures warm life willing hearts burn bright night hums with dark flames ghosts wander and weep, incomplete, their blood salt…

dVerse — MTB — Cheating Shadows

Shadow’s long fingers move with sun’s shadow I parse your warm tanned lines with languid eye Shallow thoughts wander in summer shallows Why’s not a question I’m asking. Not why. Not where, as here. Not when, as now. No knot. Questions: how; how long. No other questions. Taut thrust’s dilection; practiced lessons taught Suggestions exhausted;…

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…