It’s hard to dab her waxen cheeks.Sockets fill with sea; digits tremble.When daffodils last bloomed, her face wore roses. Fresh endorsedfor necromancy that broughtsolace to sobbing left-behinders.“Keeping you safe, daddy,” she’d insisted as she imbued another covid corpse. Image: “Funeral” by Dondavid De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday. De says:Write…
Category: poetry
earthweal OLW 52 — Vicarious
Apologies for the shaky jumbly recording; a videographer I ain’t. Today, on this sunny but cold winter day most stayed home. Some didn’t, like me. After library curbside pickup, I drove out to Lake MI in hopes the dunesand hadn’t blocked the road to the state park’s parking lot. It hadn’t. Eric Clapton’s Journeyman bluesing…
dVerse — OLN 281 — Come early
Oh how I wish St. Patrick’s Day came early this year.We could pack dried shamrocks into our pipesand invoke his spirit to return for a special favor.If we asked nicely, would he drive the snake fromthe capitol that sits on a swamp? Maybe, if we promised to be real good and played nice, he would…
dVerse — Poetics 435 — The Band, In Concert
It’s the beginning of January and in the middle of the night, when all is still except for the low chatter coming from the latest netflix episode from the latest series. One cat sleeps on my lap and one cat sleeps under my right arm on the couch, warm and dreaming of hunts in…
dVerse — Haibun 95 — New Beginnings?
photo by Alex Nye Back in 2008, my then-boyfriend had gone on and on about the years he spent living in Santa Barbara, CA, to a point where I seriously thought about getting a job there and relocating. I watched the county human resources web site and applied for jobs I was qualified for. Sure…
#Haikai Challenge #171: Cold Moon (fuyu no tsuki)
Fluffy blanket cloudshug winter moon’s cold curves –dogs dream near the fire. Snow owl disappears inside winter’s cold moon heart –pink wings rise with sun. Frost moon brightens dark-shadowed twigs scraping windows –I shiver inside. Dead tinseled trees rest at curbside, row after row,under a cold moon. Mice on ice skates twirlin…
Dark Angel for earthweal
At age of five became I blindBad nerves to blame that made me screamCursed I our God for act unkindYet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed The act upon heaped thoughts unkindTurned out to have a brighter themeThrough haunts did stray the other fiveTo caves of dreams with golden seams Each night I searched…
Tao-Talk 