in life’s luscious garden let it rain like mad,frantic water,urger of dreams. drunk moon womanwatching you throughstorm’s mist in sleep. yet when diamondshadows stop, I seegorgeous beauty in life’s luscious garden It’s going to start raining at any moment. When I saw rain the words, it was the seed for the oracle to germinate. magnet…
Category: poetry
24 SSPC 37 (1st week) The Time of Planting Grains (June 6 – 19) Boshu — shadorma series
coreopsis portal sloping down to frog-turtle pond bright yellow carpet sprawls bordering portal between inside and outside brunnera love my heart rests in a peaceful place well-nourished in its mud veins tenuous but certain we’ll be, forever talking stones between worlds in deep reflection frog listens to stories whispered from stones, who gather them and…
dVerse — OLN 363 — “I see dead people.”
I see dead people. on the screenthen in my dreamsbabies sprawled,unable to crawlbeyond nursingparents cursingchildren’s infanticideendpoint stratifiedsoon en-gravedprayers unsaved there can be no victory in thisspite; parents’ grieving last kissesvengeful extinguishing innocentstoo many eyes crying in heaventoo many hollow sockets put to rest “I see dead people.” — from The Sixth Sense (1999) top image…
dVerse Poetics — ekphrastic to art of Catrin Welz-Stein — blind
blind blind to herself delectable vision to others eyes sting her flesh her tender skin blotched with their leers she yearns to vanish her graceful demure discounted by the lechers discarded to strip toss her like dice in dirty games, to gamble her despised treasure away she stumbles drawn by call of falling water where…
dVerse — Prosery — Answered Prayers
I pray to God that she may lieForever with unopened eye— from Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Sleeper” Millicent and I are born eighteen months apart; she in the heat of August, and I in the chill of January. Our temperaments follow our seasons. She, vivacious, fire in her blood; and I, pale, introverted, with a…
The Oracle Speaks: The Botany of Desire Part 2
to a beeeach plant isa meadow, dripping dew;drenched petalsfield to harvest.tender wildflowerengorge in season
dVerse — MTB — HMOs and Castaways
Roy Lichtenstein Onomatopoeia Collage HMOs and CastawaysBrrrrrrring!Old school receptionistbuffs her nails, oblivious.Tinnitis’ eardrumfibrillations chatter my teeth.Answer it already!Its screech is as bad as piteous yipsof the neighbor dogwhose keepers’eyeballs swivel their screensinstead of thwapping a rubber ball for not-so-cutegrown fido to chase.Fido’s yanking on his chain,collar-frictioned neck rubbed raw.SHUTTHEFUKKUP! they screamand he yips to their attention,…
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