Tall walls and soundproofed ceilings;I wonder why art is caged in hushed,conditioned, dustless air, whether three hundred or a single year old.I sidle and snake my way, along and around Matisse’ traveling exhibit. Hesure knows how to make color pop. When I think pop, I think: Badfinger;a startling punch;…goes the weasel;green, red, and yellow soda;bubble…
Category: poetry
Cardinal flowers and hummingbirds (tanka)
Cardinal flowersflag down thirsty hummingbirds;fizzy lifting drinkstransfix them; straw tongues sip andrecall drinks before feeders.
dVerse — OLN 343 — Quinzaine Questions
packet says false indigo why orange cosmos? should I care? in zucchini overload keep watering plants? who will eat? these peppers can ripen red why pick them still green? impatient? yesterday’s coffee now gone make another pot? call it good? ninety in the atrium why do I swelter? addiction? fridge bins full of fresh produce…
dVerse Poetics — peeling layers
BarbMy mentor/therapist/friend/loved one,you told us to process our traumalike peeling an onion. Peel a layerand let the open wounds heal awhile before peeling the next.Twelve weeks on, forty weeks off, year after year, layer by layer,we peeled our onions. Each yearour onions shrank, the wounds still open but quicker to heal.What we never bothered to…
Tanka Tuesday 331 — Honey Moon’s Ocean
Red Moon by Hari Prasad honey moon is full of fervent longing for her glowing purpose; in her aural sky she pulses, hopes to melt from ice to sherbet. earthly twin, she too craves touches, tingled skin with tensing muscles, rosined bow ‘gainst Nero’s fiddle searing steamed desire’s fluxes. fills the sky with cratered nipples,…
ripening (varselle form)
To think these peppers were but seeds just weeks ago; five small promises, their green ripening proves dreams come true — heaven’s cultivation! Jude has tempted me to write a varselle after reading his.
dVerse Poetics Ekphrastic — I am home.
María Berrío, Closed Geometry, 2022, paper collage and watercolor on linen Ears ringing, cheeks aflame ugly laughter echoes behind as I race thorough sedge to my kin. They are my family. They welcome me. With them I feel whole, my body small, airy in pink satin ruffles. They listen. They speak without words. With them I am…
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