Mlady always takes the initiative in getting closer and closer to Dotty. Almost always Dotty will jump away, intimidated or upset that Mlady showed up. In a rare semi-copecetic moment, both stayed where they were. It didn’t last more than a minute before one jumped away. Dotty has started sleeping in the cat bed I…
Category: poetry
TSM 178 — A Chance to Shine
This time they say I look like Brando but they’re looking for Charlie Sheen Another time said I resembled Keaton but wanted someone resembling Dean I’ve read the scripts! I know the lines! Give me a chance, please! One time! Dialects from Shakespeare to Bronx Struts like Astaire to a lumbering Ox Hollywood looks are…
Doodads — September images not already posted, with poems
September’s palette green purple yellow and tan soft shoes, still sunny she tries to hide, but she’s too pretty in bed of soft hydrangeas my hair afrizz, I’m having a purple moment in now’s perfection green fern dresses with wide open smiles, our faces to the sun a bee festival every day on our stage…
earthweal weekly challenge: When to the center? and dVerse’ OLN
image: The Otfrid labyrinth design, here the scene for the battle between Theseus and the Minotaur, in a late twelfth century manuscript from Regensburg, Germany. Ten thousand collective stepshave gotten us to right here,twisting and turning, each with,moment by moment, myriadsteps of thinking, feeling, receiving, transmitting, yetwithin a context of one-way-inone-way-out, as prescribed.When will…
dVerse — Poetics — Foot soldiers of death
I’m a hungry foot soldier,part of an army of warmongers.Leaderlessclan wiggle stepsany terrain with trees.Inches, feet, yards, mileswe march. Our pasty belliesgrowl until we find our leafy prey.Rippling ribbons of black squirmred stripes say we mean harmtasting bad our lucky charmendless search & destroy.Hair telegraph signalssay a sapling snackwe’re on attackswarming likesharks we chew it…
dVerse — Prosery — Calling All Humans
“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” by William Blake, from, SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789) “Mars Attacks!,” images of glittery spheres encompassing Earth’s atmosphere arrayed themselves on every screen. Suddenly the petty grievances between individuals and nations disintegrated. A thrum of voices registered on the Richter scale. Fear rippled through most,…
TSM 177 and earthweal’s OLW 83 — Rapunzel’s Prayer
When lady moon shines silver light, a beacon in fall’s black ink night, I see her through the window pane. She weaves her plait of gleaming white with nimble fingers, brown and veined; an act profound yet so mundane. Rapunzel, beloved priestess crone, prepares to practice arts arcane. Fresh-flowered steps barefoot to throne, raises a…
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