Superimposed over the forest

Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she'd get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappearedโ€ฆ like cousin Shabu. Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest… Continue reading Superimposed over the forest

An unusually chilly bluster

In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures. However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes… Continue reading An unusually chilly bluster

Cheech, or: Chong

A limerick Hey, Honey, ginger yourself in that scuffle that thyme... At the market's sweet dill on fresh seasonings prime? Why'd you act fishy, mulling spices, Asking 'bout their pepper prices... And then insist that you just wanted one dime? d'Verse poetics: Spicing it up At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select three or more… Continue reading Cheech, or: Chong

Anthem, or: All rights reserved

Poetry Partners #130 'Anthem', a poem by Verne Ivars Krastins of 'Sculptage' One fine day I wrote a song Its many verses went on and on A few weeks later the chorus began My simple hymn extended its span The song became an anthem soon All humanity knew my tune Centuries later amongst the stars… Continue reading Anthem, or: All rights reserved

If she didn’t play her part

His behavioral patterns, and hers, were entirely predictable during election season; but their public cheer was incongruous with his true intentions. She knew, oh so well, that he'd renege on his promises, including those to her... But he'd certainly give her the chop if she didn't play her part. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt This piece… Continue reading If she didn’t play her part

Car crash, or: Sea Monster

A pantoum Car crashed sailing along dreamway Wheels spun around through misty breeze Hark! He heard panicked krill swarms say Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wheels spun around through misty breeze Whipped drops of water slapped his face Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wreckage, much needed hiding place Whipped drops of… Continue reading Car crash, or: Sea Monster

Helter, or: Skelter

A 'Coraline' poem 'pon shores renowned for rough welter, by unlit lighthouse whiling days, whooping from trees along lush bay, untroubled by glowing swelter... 'til dark morn papa brought grim news that left him mourning all he'd lose- no longer to helter skelter- leave behind easy, breezy ways. chapter two in dark, woodsy lands brought… Continue reading Helter, or: Skelter

From an anonymous sender

dโ€™Verse prosery "I used to love gardening... small, branching lavender shrubs; heavy, pink peonies; trumpet-shaped lilies... Oh, and Iโ€™d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace, my Dearest. That would be truly, truly divine." "Grandma?" "Yes, Darling?" "Could you tell me again about The Peace Times? Tell me about… Continue reading From an anonymous sender