Category: dVerse
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dVerse Quadrille #26
I. Living In a Quiver I remember your mouth, soft and sea salt sweet, awake as a scattered melody. Lighthearted and revealing as the moon’s careless truth. Our buried whispers. We moved through the years, lost happily in a quiver. Those memories are ghosts but we’ll pretend we’re forever. II. Up In Smoke He’d…
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dVerse Mixology
Straight Up Rain I still toast this twist of love. It’s troublesome at times — on rare days, it’s sour as cold weather or straight-up rain. It’s a tipsy life, this tonic that drowns our sorrows, and I think of you, your forged smile it’s a quiet vesper, and you are a heart’s elixir. This…
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dVerse Haibun #30
Back When back in the day when I wore pink gingham dresses and my cotton socks were lace trimmed, and my world seemed delightfully old as a smothering summer of wallflowers and big willows and poplars and broad brimmed sun-hats. back then when I was seven, or maybe it was eight, and I didn’t know…
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dVerse Quadrille #25
A Sketched Ruin I live in a village that runs north by south, trees thickly dot the main road with summer’s shade and cover. We’re neither rich nor poor, though our history’s rich — our old church is a sketched ruin, a dwelling place that echoes at dawn. written for dVerse Quadrille (44…
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dVerse Verbifies
Let’s Talk Fog The fog conceived this stomach sky, cut so thick it’s stepped, a smoke-steeping attitude, it’s a fine sort of blasé. The world Mayed and greened, and diesel-eyed dark, and the air speaks of lost fire. written for dVerse “Verbified” and Poetic Asides “Let’s …“
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Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Spiral
When Twiddling Your Thumbs Just Won’t Do I’ve emptied the fridge. There’s a shallow pool of water on the floor, and a repairman is due in an hour. Appointment times are an opportunity to fidget, so I rearrange cupboards, restock tinned veg and beans, realign spice jars, fill canisters with rice, with flour, with sugar,…
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dVerse Haibun #29
That Dog And your little dog, too. Toto. Totally Toto. Barking at wind and witches and straw and wizards. I’m not an enthusiast of cute and fluff noise. Terriers — too small to know their place. No perspective. A constant scurry, and never waiting for their own tail. My dog never barked at wind. Nor…
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dVerse Parallelism & Repetition
20th January: West Sussex the sun rises across the leaves, daffodils sprout, a green as tight as clasped hands, and I’m half-hid behind a steaming cup of tea. and I woke with a headache today, Peder’s caught The Queen’s Cough, the dog’s nerves are humming, and I’m at war with bone-breaking cold. and there was…
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Miz Quickly’s Day: 18 & dVerse “Artisans”
Meatballs and Fish Scales Nothing’s more Italian than meatballs, Mum says. She’s holding a salmon by the tail and scraping off its scales. They’re spraying all over the place like unravelling sequins. Meatballs were invented by the Italians, she adds, in that I know everything about everything tone — and she’s hunched over the old…
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Quadrille #24 and Miz Quickly’s Day 17
Dead Fly dead fly on the windowsill, whispered speck, legs up as if playing on monkey bars. little bugger won’t be flying anywhere; it’s missing a wing and its red welt eyes lack a point of view. brittle little thing is heading for the garbage bin. for dVerse: Quadrille (44 words) including “whisper”…
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