The Oracle Speaks — Stilled Seed

“Neuron,” by Roxy Paine stilled seed drive ache from need run through a thousand sleeps on wind with summer beneath feet by these, head’s waxy recall lies stilled seed over mad music

dVerse — MTB — ready (bop poem)

ready five by eight once enough twenty cent journals held ballpoint ink, keyboards, glue, mag clippings, thoughtbytes media to remember, process, now shrink to insufficiency I found a box and put a room inside to obsess posters, billboards iron skyward, field-installed monuments, to hail impossible survival beyond life’s hell-all relentless, warping onslaught by exploiters and…

dVerse — Q200 — ablaze

ablaze Spring in full sway, when dandelions peep low to call in drowsy pollinators. Twenty nine blazes, scatter-shots grass bright with yellow on green flag. Unfurled spirit, nature’s patriot foundation, under scant pear blossoms. Pale demure ruffles tiptoe branches where robin, dove, and chickadee pause. Michelle (aka Mish) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….

The Oracle Speaks: Diamond Lies

Diamond Lies You dress love’s language in a thousand mist whispers, tongues singing my ache with sleepy urges. I ask why these diamond chants are dreamed — and lie. I used the original magnet set.