-
Twiglet #63
13.02.18 – 21 Syllables The unread green of winter’s garden, waits. Stony, cold as iron. Still, and often white. Twiglet #63: Stone-Still
-
dVerse Quadrille #50
Trees Amongst the Forest So that’s what you meant when you said, Welcome to the Forest — but I only know the chorus. Never learned the whole song. The trees turned, murmured unearthly tones, Does she burn as we do, they breathed. I never learned the whole song. dVerse Quadrille #50 “Murmur”
-
For Sunday Whirl & RWJ
At Least for Now She folds sheets, snaps their rasping frozen weave against the gusty breeze. It’s hazy, monotonous work. This life is a poverty, likely a saint’s holy calling, but she keeps at it. At least for now. Life is a long twisted rope, so said her mother, and she’s glad for a warm…
-
09.02.18
A Siege of Shadows Over my shoulder, a forever glance. I’m a long eclipse across my shadow. A millstone cloud, a blame of feelings. A shadow’s breath with happy noises. I understand randomness more than I understand myself. Gentle thief of solitude, I feel your kinship. I don’t blame your morning to night changeability. We…
-
for Three Line Thursday
For Three Line Thursday: “Vinyl”. Constraint: 17 words Over-Easy I. She sways to songs, sheets of sound, pendulum swings, vinyl round, heels tap as her handbag swings. II. Saw a mummy in a foetal curl, skin like vinyl Naugahyde, the colour of my leather sofa.
-
dVerse Does Pentimento
A Slow Disappearance We all shuffle along to the weight of delusions. There are days when I feel young. Beautiful. Until I look in the mirror. Beautiful view, you say, watching snow flurries spin across the sea, swallowed into cold cusps of waves. I can’t compete with nature. I remember my first kiss; I closed…
-
Twiglet #62
A Disquiet The air is disquiet, and I’m cut short by my own apostrophes. It’s a temper of my own making. Pages torn, words ripped, drawn, quartered and dying, and rising like saints toward heaven. My head is full of their noise. For Twiglet #62 “Air Full of Sound” Image is from Unsplash.
-
Remixing “Found” Text from De’s Journal
Remixing Text from De’s Journal Indifferent Noise I am every flit and bay; a scavenger of pale skies, make my soul snow-white. I am that puzzle; a sit, a spill of ink, pale black blowing in the breeze. For Twiglet #62 “Air Full of Sound” The original text is at De’s “I Once…
-
Wordle #337
The Postman Only Brings Bills I’m waiting for this ink to spin and bend my pelican-beach thoughts. Gentle words to de-blur my brain. Maybe inject a salty sun, or a sense of minty warmth into my hoar-smitten spectacle. I missed your call last night. Wish you’d left a message, but we both know, everything’s already…
-
for Visual Verse Vol. 5 Chapter 4
The Woman Who Refused to Wear Shoes Don’t take this wrong, but she was strange. The stranger the better is what I always said, which is what I thought when she told me, You can’t hear Earth speak if you wear shoes. You’re deafened by barriers, so be vulnerable, and listen to Earth’s wisdom, she…
It's Still Life 