dVerse — Poetics — A World in Balance

A mountain bright then shadow-flipped as sun traverse the sky. With nimbos clouds and lightning bolts, the lines begin to blur. Ten thousand things in motion is the way of things, yet why? A death white hot is beating down upon the red, cracked earth where each still living thing yearns for its long parch…

dVerse — Whispers from the beach

  A gentle sizzled whoosh of roaring speech That never takes a chance to stop and rest A voice that always whispers from the beach The sand, now zoo of footprints pressed upon From webbed and clawed escapees of the sea Do not forget when water sole was on ‘Twas muffled then in distant gurgled…