For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post. The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …
Continue reading BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth
Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes. I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …
Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt, June …
Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
Blood · How do we regard This constant stranger Running always in And through us Bringing gifts As a fountain, quietly, Nourishing but never Wending past edges of the Waking dreams and Visions it only ever Carefully feeds? · Unless... We sometimes see A red round drop Flattened starkly against a Clean white plate When a …
How to unwrap God's Gifts on Christmas Morning ∗ Heal wounds. Soak Earth with sunshine. Breathe hope into sorrows And pace the Long and gentle Unwinding of the clocks. Don't point and counter Or fence the tides of Wild creation into doctrine. Care for each other, Instead of playing endlessly With the box. ∗ …
Continue reading BTT #38: How to unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning.
Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both? Truth, it seems, is rarely lacking leaven. A wise woman said it hurts only if you believe it. The most tenacious con is self-deception. Truth may have its way, but perhaps is merely written by the victors. Whether it is a sword or salve depends upon the …
Continue reading BTT #37: Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both?
Don't Let Go · You know You say exactly What you feel. My swallow heart Flutters in the Windless grasp Of your caress At twilight. · You say You feel exactly What you know. Please just Hold me gently. I swim in Storms of expectation Itching for a flight. · · All right reserved by …
On the Corner of Catshole Lane Part One: Standing in the dampened grayness of the day, her umbrella of flattened yellow does little to impede the surrounding breaths of misted rain. While waiting for the light to change, a question uncoils about the strangeness of the street name and ancient purpose of this place. …
This is in response to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to "Bridge the Gap." The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, my …
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