Snow boots, or: Sandals

A limerick Stubborn, I flout those "cold weather blues". What? Snow boots? Nay, I must refuse! In fact, if you must know, Those footprints in the snow Were made sandaled, for I eschew shoes! d'Verse poetics prompt: Come sing with me! At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to use at least two of the following wintry… Continue reading Snow boots, or: Sandals

The Beyonder, or: Creativity forms verses

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Beyonder, or: Creativity forms verses

The ‘Gray’

d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’

Orange hue, or: Hanging nimbly

A "Bridges" poem An ode to the Golden Gate Bridge "International Orange" its famed vivid hue; Visible through thick fog; bold against vast skies blue; Bay to ocean... In earthquakes and strong winds it vibrates flexibly; This great, sturdy marvel, hanging nimbly... Made for motion. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #163 This "bridges" poem was… Continue reading Orange hue, or: Hanging nimbly

Turning 120

As some of my WP-friends have noted, my birthday was last week; I turned 43-years-old. 👴🏼 Anyway, I'm not much into celebrating my birthday, but I consider it important to do so for my daughter's sake; and we decided to go out for a late brunch on Friday to a local café that specializes in… Continue reading Turning 120

Here, there, or: Everywhere

A Cleave poem In the form of two haiku chameleon eyes independently mobile with three-sixty arcs cast images upon the brain all-seeing these two chameleon eyes How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete poem. Read the… Continue reading Here, there, or: Everywhere

REBLOG: ‘Crown Shadorma’ by Sylvia Cognac

Poem: On the side She explains their rules Formal dress Ladies first Put down checks in front of men Never fraternize Six a.m. I smile at Adam Fake a grin My boss says I’m lucky to serve rich men I should be grateful I’m grateful For Mister Burton He holds me By the hand Excessive… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Crown Shadorma’ by Sylvia Cognac

We honor our roots

On the momentous occasion, the youth nearly floundered before her humble hut but, shaking, managed to present Elder Aric with the fern leaf. "Greetings, Elder… Vedia offers tribute… We honor our roots." This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #238; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'flounder'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'roots';… Continue reading We honor our roots