Dotty’s Prognosis Stage 3 of 3, aka the worst. 12-18 months eta to heaven. Her frankenbelly pale, a shaved expanse criss-crossed with thin, dark suture. “Bad news,” I message my kids, “will tell you more later.” Honestly, I don’t have the heart. Why such a small, gentle cat was given a life filled with misery,…
Category: poetry
“A Little Madness” Reblog from Rob Kistner.
Rob has given me permission to reblog his poem, “A Little Madness.” Find Rob’s blog here. Original DDE™ art: “Recalibration” by: rob kistner © 10/28/25 “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice “Oh — You must be, Alice” said the Chesire Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.” A Little Madness we all go…
POPO 2025 — Day 29 — Party Music
Party Music The neighbors are having a party with an arsenal of music. Sometimes one bullet at a time, with syncopated beats. Sometimes a stream, saturated with death potential. Where do the bullets go as their sounds reach my ears? Am I paranoid in my fears?
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — flipping the script on horror movie quotes
“I know what you did last summer” – Ben Willis, I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) I Know What You Did Last SummerI know what you did last summerwith your little red wagonwhen your garden was heavywith produce: carrots, radishcucumber, zucchini, green beans,strawberries, blueberries, lettuce,spinach, chard, kale, cabbage.The first time I saw youwas the day I…
POPO 2025 — Day 28 — Green and I
Green and I What is it about cacti and I getting along so well together? Prickly pear and Christmas thrive on neglect and love light. What is it about succulents and I being such good friends? Jade plants are all about the green. They drop their lobes and create. What is it about ginkgo and…
dVerse Halloween Haibun Monday
As sunlight slips away, we meander garden paths whose cooling seamstress has costumed all with carnival colors. All but the crows, whose shiny, unruffled contrast caws and echoes across barn, windmill, and alchemizes fear for the living in the dead. cold cement lively poselipstick eyebrows dance in dusk’s breathwelcoming the dark lines, textures, towercasting…
POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In
Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…
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