Monster truck thumpin’groovin’ down the road.Rock and rollin’ treadson a raised frame strikesdread to warm-blooded crossers – soon dead. Suicide butterflies litter its gut-spatteredchrome grill; bits fill the tarvey.Smooshed squirrel crow bait waits; caws echo in its wake. image: “Monster Truck Grave Digger 1,” by Jeelan Clark De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s…
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dVerse — quadrille 133 — Prayer to the Unworthy
Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
dVerse — Quadrille 132 — Anystream
Willow-draped trickleswear wet green strands, fluttering naiad’s locks tickling shaded pale fish bellies. Ordinary magical stream meanders; along its obscurest banks gnomes and bullfrogs picnic and play checkers; where butterflies and birdstraverse undergrowth tosip in mid-July’s droughtand thirsty violets tiptoe. I went looking for a nice image to fit the poem but decided to…
dVerse — 10-year anniversary week — Quadrille 131 — jukin on down the line
When Mama had parties to whirl, she left us at Auntie’s.Didn’t she know Auntie had her own house jukes then?Where were their steady, hard-working, non-drinking men?Gramma and Grampa raised that platter way back when;self-serving dances that taint through the generations. top image: Wurlitzer Model 700 We are celebrating the 10-year anniversary of dVerse, aka…
dVerse — Quadrille 130 — Smudged
It was this time of year, when evenings warm and tadpoles crawl ashore, when your green eyes,unholy lit, tethered me. Searing me everywhereyour touch lingered, grinning,your gaze never left mine. You wanted everything then, as you smudged me in your filth. image: “Skin on Skin Love and Burning Passion,” by CORinAZONe Mish is today’s…
dVerse — Quadrille 129 — Dragon Lover
What is this curiosity we have for winged, scaled worms called dragons? Proof that subterranean vole-bait may transform to soar at-will? Is it their new capriciousness to choose “scorched earth” that attracts? They still sleep in dark wet, for godsakes! Then I spied one… It’s not easily seen in the picture, but the shadow of…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday — Scuffed
Wound silky thread, row upon row, maker’s bark woven // yet fatefully scuffed; existential shorthand all understand. There remain no untroubled bits. If perchance you see none, know the pulp beneath. Mycellic intraveni creep up from roots; we’re nourished as we return to dust. Yesterday, older son and I took another walk out along The…
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