follow image link to fascinating, true story of man trapped by time What does it matter That the stars we see are already dead. By Amy Woolard, from her poem, “Laura Palmer Graduates” Time Trapped I admit Subject 2789 from Planet 23764’s soft form and sincere questions touch and amuse me. The warm, dark pools…
Category: poetry
The Oracle Speaks — season’s wax
chocolate peach, tiny dream, sing in delirious whispers of symphonies’ wax to luscious summer sun chant my head with languid tongue, fingered sweat, lathered, pink with life let The Oracle speak to you here
dVerse — MTB — The Turning of the Worm (Palinode)
The Turning Of The Worm,Painting by Christian Michael Original poem: Your Faithful Hound Catch your scent upon the wind, it stirs my heat;Burning bright, a dog turned wolf, I range night sky,Sniff you out, star drunk, to where we always meet. Mystery. There is no sense. Do not ask whyComes this urge to go and…
24 SSPC 28 (1st week) — Clear and Bright (April 4 – 18) Seimei
dawn rescue spring dawn pours prickly pear rescue first coffee rubber boots skittering and wet, I move her to the carport Prickly pear cactus is native to Michigan. I bought this one 2-3 years ago. The first winter she was planted on the north side of the house, under an overhang to not get too…
dVerse — Poetics — Rough Old Gal
Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon (used with permission) Rough Old Gal Pockmarked and balding she spins in flux through sunshines and shadows. She’s a rough old gal a steady satellite I’ve learned to hitch my rope to. She’s got my back. This-here John fella snapped her in her glory. Isn’t it funny how we…
dVerse — Q198 — Suckered
Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows – Left Panel by Tanielle Childers Suckered Shop me as a list,check the boxes off,pray untwine my twist. Contour me with heat,sculpted to your fancy,bind me, sugar sweet,lollipopped, entrancing. Lick me as your prize,beyond the chewy center,until there’s nothing leftexcept an empty wrapper. Returning from a month-long poetry hiatus, I am…
dVerse — Prosery — Jumped
all of the names swallowed up by the cold — from Tomas Tranströmer’s poem, “After Someone’s death” She is Freud’s example of what happens when the first step is jumped. From daddy and mummy, then uncles and cousins, to neighbors and strangers, to lovers and spouses, her unprotected vulnerability is an opportunity to be exploited…
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