Tag: dVerse

A Desolate Heart

“Welcome to the desert of the real.” –Morpheaus, from the movie, The Matrix An ever-drying aridity. Step after step across a desert stretching to the horizon. Only the memory of water. Such an exhaustion that the expression “dead on my feet” is a declaration of enthusiasm. Here, in […]

Manifesting Presence

Could it be any different? emerging night stretching through the last light of day twisted intestines unknotting after this day recuperating these temperature shifts taking their toll gentle trembling as this body gets on track this silence It could be only what it is. for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]

Under Pressure

The omega. Always the last to feed, despite my part in the hunt. Always the butt of snickers, warning growls, scuffles—and the bites and flesh tearings that drive me apart. Always the omega. All because I run to my own heartbeat. Because my howl is my own. Because […]

Solstice Sorrow

First light arrives before five in the morning. The birdsongs arrive with it. A cacophony of twittering, and avian arias, shatter my sleep, and any hopes of returning to it. By afternoon, however, a scattering of songs—at well-spaced intervals—may arise. This abundance of radiance—so close to the end […]