Do Plants Go to Heaven?Where did crinkle-petaled salmon poppies gothat blossomed along painted white brick fencebetween gramma & grampa’s place and uncle’s?Where did stunted white rose of sharon tree go, under yard-wide shade of oaks, centered with redblossoms, within child’s reach, adults face high?Where did giant lilac trees go, perfuming yard;cut down to stumps by…
Category: poetry
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Walk About
Felt Mansion Walk AboutI stand up from the sturdy wooden armed school chairand follow the gurgle to aquarium whose water is too lowset between two windows, as dusk falls the birds haveflown and deer graze tender grass and clover out other.Open slider into atrium that is still too warm; thirsty plantprisoners behind glass call out…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Future’s Garden
“William Morris 6” The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree:Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape”by Yvor Winters from Time and the Garden Future’s Garden She wakes to coughs, groans, and clanks. Rubbing her eyes, crusted with dust, she winces and wonders how much time she has before her clouded corneas become blindness. Or will…
Liberty Molested
I created this collage after Roe v. Wade was overturned. Things have gotten so much worse since then. light’s blaze must melt ice while dreaming of heads rolling thoughts congeal with blood
dVerse OLN 388 — It’s a matter of studied speculation
“Tree Roots” by Vincent VanGogh Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? — Pablo Neruda, Book of questions. It’s a matter of studied speculation. Do mirrored images that ripple surface conceal but illusion? Or is there more? Is it a seeing or is it a doing? What mud must we claw through to…
dVerse — Poetics Tuesday — The Lions of Gotham
photo by Jeffrey Jung The Lions of GothamBrown-maned, tan-skinned,wandering hi-roller clubs,streets, looking for sweets,jonesing for sugar buzzesmost tender when stakes are high. Eyes huntthen swivel to meet their buddy’s in check party mate when spypretty lashed herdbrightto be cut from and pounced.In lazy times, with appetiteby proxy, they releasedesigner coiffed bait cowswith promise of glamourand…
dVerse — Q229 — August Ablaze
August Ablaze Field jabbered with color, texture of a thousand cups; workers transport pollen to hives, nests, nightly rests. Dark, juicy clusters wait along borders, on fences; opportunistic vines climb, others bellicose spreaders who exact blood tolls. August in Michigan, ~ ~ ~ ablaze ~ ~ ~ with an unfiltered, purposeful sun. De is today’s…
Tao Talk 