Category Archives: dVerse poems

What have we done?

Posted on September 20, 2017 by

… Did we dance? Did the stars etch our path, fallen and pure and lost? Did we toss the right things to sky, and keep the rest? Or did we hide our best faces for those rainy days? Have you … Continue reading →

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The Throatstone that Wakes Her

Posted on September 14, 2017 by

… This fear is the long slow heartbeat of that clock, the tocking of hours and the clicking of keys. It seizes the day in fits and starts and sputters, utters vapor words to a chalkboard sky, blows desert wind, … Continue reading →

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If The Earth Stands Still, I Will Know No More Than This.

Posted on September 12, 2017 by

There is really nothing you must be and there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have and there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand … Continue reading →

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wild {in which she conjures up one more 44-word moon}

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

hear-ye, here: ye. free. found. ballooned in the dancedawndreamdrizzle of spilled bliss. still, this: echo-storm -pepper-curled scar. open jar, shadowcloud-spark. we giggle ghosts, spring flicker-fear, lull leaves to skip-melt-twist. she shimmers on, bubblegrin rose, supposed whisper-sound, curl-cued nightbreath breeze. our … Continue reading →

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When Towers Fall

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

… , we wonder if we’ll ever touch the sky, if the free we know will fade like smoke against this scorched land. If the brave will still stand, and we among them. If the heroes will still come, and … Continue reading →

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free

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

… -fall: she makes her self (invisible) (invincible) (indivisible) impossibly small. curls into the sly smile of that wily harvest moon. rides out the storm by counting stars. carves her name in songs without a sound. flying, she is frozen. … Continue reading →

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conjuring a smile

Posted on September 5, 2017 by

.. see the sleight ………(chance) of rain, the way the clouds abracadabra the sky into spell -ing her own name in slanted syllables, press ……..-toed and pulled loose by the alchemy of nothing. the moon’s an old crone stirring up … Continue reading →

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