Category Archives: dVerse poems

Holding the River in Unquiet Hands

{Aubade for a Softer Sunrise} . Shattered, we slow our hearts and let dawn’s waves wash over, taking with them our deepest wants and fears, but not the ability to call them back, or make them stay gone. Falling moon … Continue reading

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Rock Me, I’m a Daisy

.. Kick-bounce me off of your bubbleballoon knee, your skip-shimmered glee, your whisper-peppered hopebreeze. I’ll flicker you something drizzled in shadow-song, sound-stormed dawn {echo} ……………………{crunch} , and you’ll knock that bliss-moon free, leave her breathless, spice-curled and wanting; know she’s … Continue reading

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the most wonderful thing

.. about springs: (as opposed to these quiet win -te(a)r chills,) is the way they b    o   u   n   c   e clouds off a stirred-up sky, the way they pry their wily, wiry petaled fingers into my funnybones, trounce … Continue reading

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Cold Florida Moon

New Year’s Day, 2018 Venice Beach . It’s not the state we’re used to, this time around – of the union, or of being. The breeze is less than balmy, the palms nearly as frozen as our own. We’ve come … Continue reading

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How She Got It Back

… She just put on her little Miss Grooooovy two-shoes and danced the indigo blues to a southern sky. And oh, my did that sun ever shimmy-sway …s    h    i    n    e ……………just fine.   .. … Continue reading

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Come Again, and Soon

.. We woo that wild and wily moon, ask her to stay. Her visits are brilliant, short, and waning. We whine. Try to wine and dine her with burgundy clouds, ebony scrim. She turns in her dark dress, golden tresses … Continue reading

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Dragon Fodder

I’m quite certain I shall be delicious, all crunchy toasted marshmallow center. But first, you exquisite beasty, let’s dance. For I have ever been more enamored of your scaly sway than a thousand simpering princes. You lead. I’ll stay. I … Continue reading

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