painting by Mary Sonya Conti nature’s teaching brings illumination of sun;bluff that satisfies the sequoia.each thing falls away like a leaf and tunes into each moment’s song.cold shadows fade; promised hearth warms us.elbow to elbow, we verse ourselves and flyand wave. another babe on your armas you inhale your garden,reciprocal determinersact of comfortingremains. her final…
dVerse — MTB — found poem(s) from 2022
i. The first time I saw you I heard boom Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea The first of summer, I stand before a California tree our appointed place, in our dappled green lane, ii. Is health dread chore as stone to bear, It’s quantity and quality’s Mountain Her living lingered, Her face a white…
TSM 229, Friday Writings 45, and dVerse Poetics — Hymns March
“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
#FF — Chicken
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind I am a gloomy sort. Doom shrouds my world in shades of carnage red and cancer black. I confidently sidle and stalk through days and nights as my sleaze blends with darkness and my conquests beg for the mercy of release. Yesterday I notice I am being followed. Does the…
Tanka Tuesday 302 — Dawn’s Blankets
Terri Webster Shrandt Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Faux-warm, smiling crystal blankets Quiet world stirs, begins anew Our home hearth burns Wind lost, aimless chimney smoke curls Disperses in lightening sky Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Our home hearth burns Yesterday’s blizzard swept away Awake, awed with morning’s pastel, Sip hot coffee and…
dVerse — Q44 167 — Artiste
She hurls paint at life, bold, gloppy oranges and reds, hoping it dries before diluting rains wash it down the drain. She hurls paint at death splatters of purple and brown, royalty and decay. The way of things won’t have it any other way. top image: “The Third Hand” by Hans Hofmann. De Jackson (aka…
Hidden in Childhood – Full Cover Reveal and Preface — Short Prose
UPDATE on the upcoming poetry anthology to be released towards the end of January. I read your words and a thousand childhoods burrowed into my heart. Gabriela Marie Milton My Dear Readers Thank you to everyone who submitted to Literary Revelations Publishing House’s collection Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, due to be released late…
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