Tonight’s sit was another dragon ride. A maelstrom of thoughts whirled throughout the mind. I returned again and again to the breath, rooting the awareness down in the hara. But even through such cognitive dervish-whirling, a pinch of clarity arose. through the clouds… moon De Jackson hosts dverse poets’ Quadrille #193: Poems in a Pinch.…

Who could sketch this? The light of a waning gibbous through an upper-windowpane. The illumination of a decorated, artificial Christmas tree. The chilly draft in the sun room from the windows within three walls. Seriously, who could? the difference a year makes cold night Mish hosts Quadrille #190 over at dVerse, where we write using…

I dance with the blushing bride at the corner of the backyard. The Sturgeon Moon shines through the gap between old pines and gnarly maples. It’s our last night at our old house. The movers come tomorrow. savoring the luminescence our shadows It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and pubtender De Jacksons serves up Moon!…

We were princes before the fall. The heights of glory were ours to behold. The splendor of the real, vibrant in a sublime light so radiant it cannot be seen with ordinary eyes. All before the fall… time to tempt humanity toward its own We’re taking the fall over at dVerse for this week’s Quadrille…

I check the intrument panel again. Green across the board. The maiden voyage of the first trans-light, SpaceFold-drive starcraft, a lever-pull away. If it works, I’ll become the pioneer of intersteller flight. If it doesn’t… beckoning stars stretching out our hands to reach them We fold today at dVerse Poets Pub, for De Jackson’s Quadrille…