The dragon is a fractal. The dragon is a fractal? That which has been regarded at an end has revealed its infinity. It’s not a dot-eyed twin small fry wiggling in waterways that one day bursts into the sky. It’s dragons all the way down and flies high beyond high. What associated lexicography is to…
dVerse — Prosery — Great Aunt Zi
she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar –Michael Donaghy, from his poem, Liverpool Lili remembers the family story, where her Grandmother Char’s grandmother planted the ginkgo tree the day Char was born. The sapling, a scrawny thing that grew with a misshapen trunk, was like her, misshapen. Char remembers how her aunts surveyed the…
TSM 219 — apothecary (troiku form)
Fused sands of time form bottles on a shelf; tai chi apothecary. Fused sands of time formed emptiness of uselessness; filled with starts and ends. Bottles of tai chi where potent dawns and dusks swirl a cosmic perfume. Apothecary: remedies, distilled wisdom of great mother’s all. Troiku form. Written in honor of Beverly Crawford, a…
Doodads the week of 0712-071622
It’s been a couple of weeks. Pics have been taken here and there but no time to get them off of the phone and posted. On Tuesday, the 12th, I took a 17-mile bike ride. On Wednesday, the 13th, I met up with the Moon Clan Mothers group up north and saw two giant willow…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Celebrating the Eleventh Anniversary of dVerse
our appointed place, in our dappled green lane, where violet-fringed cobblestones, grounding, end; with ready welcomes to toast, wordsmith, and play as we grok with cosmical themes, forms, and friends from sand to spires, from woe to joys explicate where muses waft, fragrant zephyrs on the wind cozied where ideas flow, invigorate; heaven’s ears perk…
#FF — Baby, Please Come Home
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Fred began locking his phone. He stopped coming home after work and didn’t tell Delia why. He would sneak in late. During shared meals, the most he would speak were monosyllables. Months later, a group of Delia’s co-workers invited her out for drinks. Jimmy, the known tomcat of the office,…
dVerse — Quadrille 155 — Heaven’s Newest Angel
Petrichor cloud balloons bob as the band tunes up; it’s time to celebrate heaven’s newest angel. She’s been orienting for a few weeks and just passed the fit-for-duty quiz. She’s test-flying her wings; landing is expected in five. God always gets the first dance. My mom passed away on June 21. This is what…
