“William Morris 6” The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree:Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape”by Yvor Winters from Time and the Garden Future’s Garden She wakes to coughs, groans, and clanks. Rubbing her eyes, crusted with dust, she winces and wonders how much time she has before her clouded corneas become blindness. Or will…
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dVerse — MTB — The Crow’s Should Examined
The Crow’s Should Examined Here again, I laboriously climbyew’s dry branches in dead forestto crow prophesy:Take warning, we should forgive each other.You disparage my oily black feathers,considering them unsightly, unclean.Consider this too, though polar, may youglean from me, as mouthpiece, morselsthat may nourish all souls?Instead we are opposite, westand, entrenched in our untenable positions, blinded,…
d’Verse MTB — Darling Nell
A woman who knows where she’s been, where she is, and where she is headed. Darling Nell and Dear Tigare mirrored, mutually imprinted, souls housed in flesh. Nell, whose thought caches contain many worlds, spillsmemoirs, clears mice nests from boots, and dives intoicy water to retrieve windblown, now sodden, yoga pants. Tig, a helpmate, appreciator…
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