Tag: dVerse
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Seasonal Incongruity
There’s scarcely any snow left on the ground. Spring-like sun, with a few showers thrown in for good measure, melted away the one-time wonderland brought by two mid-february snowstorms. Not exactly the kind of scene that evokes a Snow Moon. Yet there it is! Small, rising in the morning, and soon to be swallowed by…
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This Tactility
Your touch on my face. This tremble down my spine. My caress of your own. That quiver beneath my fingertips. Is this how we know we’re alive? evening twilight how many more days do we still have? How many more times will we touch? De Jackson pubtends Quadrille #195 over at dVerse tonight, where we…
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Dragon Dance
I see it all. SSAs, sprawled on the floor, barely breathing. Daniel—a juijitsu master—on one knee, bleeding. Glenda and Cindi, beside the downed SSAs, looking up, terrified. Three intruders, smirking, with bloodstained fists. One clenches Kay’s hair to her skull. His eyes meet mine. His smirk becomes a grin. He steps toward me, dragging her…
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A Gentling Art
The imagination runs wild! Cascades of caramel candy-corn torrent toward the corral. The whisperer remains seated, back straight, eyes unfocused. Imagination ninnies. Dragons scorch the house. Aliens land. Mushroom clouds burst! The whisperer remains still. Sighing, a chastened Imagination settles. returning ashore sea breeze Lillian invites us to express our imagination over at dVerse Poets’…
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Um Tango Doentio
Lady Pestilence knows how to party. She carassed my arms, and I felt aches radiate from my wrists, elbows and shoulders. I felt sure a change in weather would come, but that’s not what she had in mind. She grasped my hand, raised it over my head. Ever the obedient subject, I twirled for her.…
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#Haiku Happenings #1 (2/1/24): “Withering Cold” by Melissa Lemay
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#Haiku Happenings #7: “Between Breaths” by Michelle Beauchamp
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Just an Ordinary Walk
Mira’s legacy is ready. Jack’s Auto is only a 15 minute walk up Palmer Avenue. It’s cold, but not freezing. I put on my black suade, new wool hat, and gloves. Step after step up the sidewalk, the cold finding gaps through which to seep. Thic h Nhat Hanh’s “The Miracle of Mindfulness” plays through…
