Monster truck thumpin’groovin’ down the road.Rock and rollin’ treadson a raised frame strikesdread to warm-blooded crossers – soon dead. Suicide butterflies litter its gut-spatteredchrome grill; bits fill the tarvey.Smooshed squirrel crow bait waits; caws echo in its wake. image: “Monster Truck Grave Digger 1,” by Jeelan Clark De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s…
Category: poetry
TSM 176 — Straight Desert Highways
He says what happens between us stays here,he in burnished leather boots and his fancy car.We ride straight desert highways with the top down,his hand on my thigh; he’s wearing the biggest grin.Me, soaking in tans, browns, sunbeats in big sky. We stop for gas near the border. Senoritas smile,shy under their long lashes. They…
dVerse — OLN 299 — Fall Out
In the Rain, by Vincent Van Gogh (1882) We call it fall above all because of the leaves leaving the trees; Yet also because the temperature leaves what are now the eighties. Most of all it’s because we fall out of love with summer sun’s radioactive please. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open Link…
dVerse — (Oral) Poetics — Rain Man
Ingrid is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Ingrid says:Begin to compose a poem without putting pen to paper: you can say the words in your head, or repeat them out loud. Record them, if you wish, as an aid to memory. Try to complete the poem as far as possible without writing it down. Think…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Back to School?
Ignoranus in Michigan Last year at this time we wondered if there would be a vaccine to protect adults from hospitalization, lingering death, and possible chronic health effects from catching Covid-19. Schools prudently shut down face-to-face classrooms and went virtual – and proved it was a viable temporary solution for educating students. This year, a…
dVerse — MTB — Solilo-Quoi on August 26, 2021
new sunflower video, taken during my “stroll outside” As I sit in cool air after a stroll outsidethe steam rises from my frame like it does from a pile of dung in winter.I thank my lucky stars, a.k.a. “Fates”per Henley about his “unconquerable soul.”It feels like a reward of sortsfor having survived so many…
dVerse — Poetics — please see beyond the veil
Turkeytail Fungus Feel free to walk any woodland pathUntil you see tell-tale rounded capNever sure what specifics will be:Gilled, shelved, clung, lurking; short, tall, or wee.Indispensible kingdom cousins. Many times shy, they hide their planetary-matted panorama;Not brutes like fauna nor flashy like flora, fruits their brave flower.Quietly they act as finisher; then begins’ ways they…
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