A Cadralore At the recycling centre 3 cats with a 3-box kennel and this woman - grubby nylon and a whispering smile. She says “I’m looking for something” and the cats ooze, tails like worms. Near the gate, a Toyota Seca and a sleeping bag greet the feebling sun I would spend all my days … Continue reading Struck
On a Pristine Beach They're sipping happiness from tins on this clean beach. And the sizzle of barbecue mixes with high-belly laughs. A nest of their rubbish glints like human crustacea on the gathering histories of sea creatures. She watches two of them judo the way nude bears might hug, smell each other’s fear. Meanwhile, … Continue reading #dVerse Prosery (144 words)
Ron Hicks Unwanted our child my belly and you list losses... tears of griffins couldn’t salt my heart like your face now blank as the steel sky oh grant me some bloody sun Written for K. Hartless' Petite Pen Ekphrasis - Ron Hicks' artwork and Misky's Twiglet #283 (steel sky)
Emma Femi P. A necklace of goldfish wrappedlike cord - my pillowed chin -hang me in the streammy bubblesannounce my sentenceto the stars written in response to K Hartless' Petite Pen (image found by K. Hartless)
From Visual Verse Anthology At the wall, Ruano found peace. Ruano found peace in the way lines met and intersected: bricks and pallets the darkness after matter... and that water pipe fending off the sky. "Shelter is a feeling," Ruano knew, and felt himself hugged by the wet smell and the shuffing of somebody’s plastic … Continue reading Ruano’s Matter
"Joshua Smith" by William Dobell After William Dobell's Painting Supposing him to be her superior was a bad start to any interview and, like a school ma’am on picnic day, she gathered herself into her face imagining the square root of herself emanating, dark and precise, from eyes as piercing as the tines of a … Continue reading Meeting with a Lawyer
rain hangs like sifted chalk under park lights, still as drama the stage is set: dancers, strung like puppets from a drop-down sky black cat-suits two dimensional against luminescent green jewel-glint & risque poses only bedraggled bark ribbons give the trees away thunder applauds Written for Whimsygizmo's dVerse Quadrille - a 44 word poem including … Continue reading Night Act #Quadrille 150
Napowrimo #10 "she's a doormat" up-end that slap me down concrete flat and coarse like chuck beef nicely marbled with fact and it’s this: I will clean your boots and eat your feet but hurt I’ve got fibre the gristle in your teeth (you don’t complain about the flavour) beef sinew through a microscope is … Continue reading Alter Ego
(A Glosa) In the garden of woven shadows, Wessel in coveralls and me, sowing bulbs, knees plugged with mud thicker than my own wadded guilt. Today in my heart, salvation has compost breath as I dig in soil’s decadent scrimmage, head down. Wessel’s remarks barely crest the flourishing alyssum but when I turn to see … Continue reading At the Feet of Roses
(after Ron Pretty's Poem "Four Hands") drunk on melody: the music school’s broad halls edged with slouching squares of light shared that rippling lucid treble. I saw the river in window-glint the flash of trout - their spangled dance, and my cheeks swam with pink, remembering the way you annexed my hand, sowing warmth generous … Continue reading Schubert, Love & the Trout Quintet
Out of the Cave 