Category: dVerse
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#4
Urban Relief We were fluent as the blooming of summer, a tonal rest and homespun comfort, lacking the busy hum of men. Those days fulfilled our dreams of lonesome fields and wild heath lanes, time absorbed us into landscape. It was a place to draw near our shoes. written for dVerse Poets 7…
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#3
If Sparrows Played Bagpipes I made barbecue sauce three days ago. It’s the scotch that makes it historical, wakes everything up with a surprise as if sparrows played bagpipes, so I slick sauce on some ribs, a shimmering that makes me smile like a debutante asked to dance. written for dVerse: Quadrille #6…
