CawIt’s only taken a decade or so for her to trust me.How long do crows live, anyway? Maybe she’s theoffspring of original, distant murder who observed kindness of a human and decided to chance it.She’s visited the compost heap. I hear her callwhen the feeders are filled. Sometimes I leaverolled oats, raisins, and other tidbits…
Category: poetry
dVerse Poetics — Divine Daughter
Grand River, taken 7/26/24 Divine Daughterthree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a molecule, divinized daughtersparkling progeny, lifeblood named waterfreelance roamer, temper’tural sweetysublimating, vapored diasporathree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a molecule, divinized daughtermists skies, fills rivers, pumps sap in treestantrum blizzards, floods, ice; can’t fault hermulti-morphs of seasons’ reigns, we laud herthree small atoms co-mingled chemistrybirthed a…
dVerse — Q218 — stealing plums
stealing plumsbare feet, warm earthsummer sky sprawlbright moon spills onplums, indigo amongstick-leaf shadows plucked, we run quick on silver pathto dew-drenched hillfall, wet, we shineshined, teeth sinkin, sweet juicy pulp kisses cover our faceslost in indigo top image has been edited from original, found here Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Lillian would…
Unbound (haibun)
granddaughter’s snow spiral I’ve been snowed in since Feb 12th. I picked up what I’m thinking is the flu on the 10th and started showing symptoms on Valentines Day, right around the time it started snowing …. and snowing and snowing. Too sick to get out there and clear the driveway after waiting until it…
dVerse — MTB/Form Thursday — To My Bluebird Lover
pic taken 040424 To My Bluebird LoverHearken now to bluebirds on the wingMemory of summer’s love in mirthSeason twinkled bright and knew no dearthFrom each sigh, each stroke, each peak we’d wringSacred wine we’d sipped from gifts of earthHearken now to bluebirds on the wingMemory of summer love in mirthKnow that I will visit you…
dVerse Poetics — Infamous Nazi Artist Emil Nolde ekphrastic and commentary
Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserves their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed. That word…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Old Red
Make of it a parkaFor your soul.— Alice Walker, fromBefore you knew you owned it Old Red Old Red lives for death. He hovers around villages at dark, urging sober to take just one sip, urging lonely to take in snakes, urging fists instead of hugs. His first memory is of crawling in a cold…
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