Granddaughter has started going to weekly storytime again at the library after summer break. I met up with her and her parents this week. They have a big room with a big screen at the front, with chairs in a semi-circle for the adults, and a crate full of alphabet-themed rugs for the kids to…
Category: poetry
dVerse Poetics Monet ekphrastic — Twixt
Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas. The Barnes Foundation, BF730. TwixtSuspended twixt earth and skypixelated atoms, distinct, yet partof, a point in, on, a cosmic map;indistinguishable threads of irisseeing and being seen, omni-present synesthetic music, heard, breathed, smelt, felt, vibrations as conduits, direct interfaces with creative divine. We grok an…
TNG 90
Today’s # is 212. Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game.
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Palled
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot Palled Continuing with dawn, an unsettled pall, first cast upon my mood in restless slumber. Exhausted from a night of being chased, barefoot, through rotting vegetation by old beaus, I startled awake, breathing heavily….
dVerse OLN 391 — Showdown (content warning)
ShowdownTo discern truth from desiccated dead-eyed dickheadone must flip the script on every word it utters. Whenit denies, know. When it proclaims truth, know that it lies. It’s everything ugly about corporatocracy,control through idiocracy, dumbing down the 95%,mudding water of reality to murky unpotability. Playwith lives, color with ugly crayons dartboards of day.Cart them away,…
The Numbers Game #89
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. Judy says:Welcome to “The Numbers Game #89”. Today’s number is 211. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in…
dVerse Q231 – One Voice
One Voice Mentation works overmuchto grasp how foul memeticsdaft chiseler has strewnto infect our bloodshot world.How, with rancid spell unleashed,may we now contain it, to castwhere deep, iron-encased,unspeakable things dwell?Let us raise our voice,one song, in light. De, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word…
Tao Talk 