Brushing cobwebs from inkstone Sol white-out blinds Beneath bluebird there’s no sun In garden dwells a human sage Red blossoms dangle Green cornstarch circle Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Hazy honey texture Spider weaves in picnic pavilion corner’s pink-red sunset Canyon’s furry paw cups in golden light Your gaze, your golden eye fringed…
dVerse — Poetics — Your Faithful Hound
Your Faithful Hound Catch your scent upon the wind, it stirs my heat; Burning bright, a dog turned wolf, I range night sky, Sniff you out, star drunk, to where we always meet. Mystery. There is no sense. Do not ask why Comes this urge to go and fetch with earnest howl Fermented myst goblets…
MMB 2024 Week 2 — “Yellow” (cover) by Bande à part (with update on 1/10/24)
I decided to take a look at my growing playlist of music gleaned from Spotify’s Release Radar to find a musician or band beginning with the letter A or B. It took me some effort to find some information about them in English, which I never did. I’m guessing they are from France, and they…
#FF — Forever Yours
She’s on to me. And I’ve been so careful. She doesn’t know me, but she knows me. Despite hats, sunglasses, garment changes, my hiding in the shadows, she catches on. Maybe it’s the way I stand? My tall, sparse frame? Maybe it’s the glint of light off of my telephoto lens? I think some part…
24 SSPC 16 Early Cold (2nd week) (Jan 5- 20) Shokan
Winter Smiles I sit at the window nursing a hot mug of tea, watching the village children play with their new Christmas gifts in the midday snow. warm knuckles tap panesmall, round faces look and smilestilts’ holes line the path Winter’s End of Day Street lights come on in blue-white nightfall. Neighbors’ doors open;…
Doodads — kitties and incense
Yesterday, Mlady and Dotty were sleeping peacefully on the couch (the mini-split blows directly on it) and they looked so cute I decided to snap a pic. Of course, Dotty woke up and said what’s the haps, my peep? Here’s an especially cute one of Mlady trying to charm me so I pet her. Could…
dVerse — Q192 — Blue’s Pink
“Pink Bayou” by Stacey Strugatz I languish a dark lagoon, trapped in brackish waters, a sand bar desert from love. Gulls glide drafts and laugh at jokes without punchlines. Day fades to new moon tide whispers and laps its way; channel etched by dawn to swim blue’s pink again. Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’…
