Tag: dVerse
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Incarnating Inspiration
As if there could be any other way. As though muscles on metacarpals, under the muse’s sway, could do anything else… poeming this endlessly stretching blank page tonight, this white space just no rhymes, no words That moment when poet and poem bleed into each other. Who knows where one ends, the other begins? find…
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’92 Eurailing
Spring Vacation, 1992. I travel across Northern Europe via Eurorail pass. After an engaging stay in Amsterdam, into which I flew out of Heathrow, I hop the first train down to Brugge. The marble square, the multiple steps up its picturesque tower, the bike ride through the countryside with two aquaintences I met at our…
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Solsticing
From a certain point of view: days lengthen, and temperatures rise. Yang rises over Yin. He roars in pleasure at the climax of their ecstasy. Fecund fields soon fill with bounty, and verdancy abounds. Yin, so small beneath him, utters a sigh of simple delight, her shortest night soon over. From a certain point of…
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“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
Sandpaper sensations ripple under and across my skin, along my triceps and thighs. The dull ache radiating out of the elbows, knees, metacarcals and the toes doesn’t stop. Even the departure of the day’s rain has not helped. Ride the Dragon. My throat catches as I imagine her. My shoulders and neck tense up. I…
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Such Transience
The Cherry Blossoms that so delighted us rained down on the grass below. As more green foliage grew in, more blossoms fell to join the fallen. Only two weeks after peak bloom, not a blossom remains. Almost 28 years ago, A 23-year-old me stepped into his first classroom as a teaching assistant in a suburban…
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Incandescent
A single match set the bonfire ablaze. I can see your face, incandescent in the light of those flames. I long for your eyes to catch mine. I fear your eyes catching mine. As if they would… as the last blossoms fall waning moon Mish holds down Quadrille #200! at dVerse today, where we light…
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Indigenous Ironies
Frank and I visited the National Museum of the American Indian in New York City today. Located in the Alexander Hamilton US Custom House, the museum opens to a grand, oval-shaped rotunda. Murals of milestones from the US appear, alongside representations of the explorers famously associated with the US. Ironic, considering how their expeditions impacted…
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Vernal Vision
cherry blossoms petals afloat on the wind fall to the ground like they never happened petals afloat on the wind how the crows fly like they never happened this moonrise how the crows fly fall to the ground this moonrise cherry blossoms spring fever savoring every minute over at dVerse, Merril pubtends a MTB that…
