Snow would be the easy way out –Rita Dove, from “November for Beginners” Miranda’s rippled cleavage was pasted across banners of the e-zines that mattered. Just like the paparazzi to zoom in on a digital image and draw a red circle around it, with the headline, “Curdled Milk?” And why didn’t Mirage Photoshop her into…
Category: poetry
season calls (tanka)
Still, woodland clearinggeese rise, through millennia,when the season callsour steps quicken to beat duskour short breath puffs of white mist video shot at Blandford Nature Center last weekend, which inspired the tanka
POPO2023 Pic of All Postcards Received and Cento Poem from them
As of today, I have received a postcard from almost every one of the 30 people on my list. That’s the best return rate by far of the three years of participation. Add in some bonus cards from Kerfe and Jules, and look at these beauties! The variety and formats, as in other years, have…
dVerse — MTB — Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love
Elegy to a Still Living But Lost Love Silly thought, I thought we had forever, parsing over joe, puzzling mysteries. Now they have you to themselves in heaven. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. Never hear your rich laugh thrum e’er again. Parting now, past and future histories. Silly thought, I thought we had…
POPO2023 bonus card 2
To Alexandra Artiste! in thought, word, and deed Loves to stroll among the flowers Examines life through a fine-cut lens X–\ A nickname from long ago that lingers N–/ Danced on skates and now through streets Recollections spin gems between lines A person whose heart is in her home.
24 SSPC 6 (2nd wk) — First Frost (Soukou) (Oct 23 – Nov 6)
Perennial Funeral The growing season has included a give and take with the local seed bank. I picked up sulphur orange cosmos seeds from them and donated the rest of a pack of black beauty zucchini seeds to them after keeping and planting five. I also donated the rest of a pack of mammoth sunflower…
POPO2023 bonus card 1
To Kerfe Just as I begin this poem a Congress of Crows flies and calls across the back field. They bring me gifts in a soft grey sky. You see, this morning they arrive wing-weary from carrying home from suenodora realms timeless hieroglyphs in their beaks. I thank them, turn each one, and they speak.
Tao-Talk 