blood red – just another girl

it was my mother’sfavourite colourso I planted red gardeniaswhere bees now hover my goin’ out lipstickin a tube thin & sleekso I can leave red kisseson my loved ones cheek so many shadestantalizing huesshiny red toenailspeeking through my summer shoes flags, cars, hairit flows in rivers during warsoldiers of different racesdying on a foreign shoreContinue reading “blood red – just another girl”

mUd – Kritika (Undressed Thoughts) slippery brown in the greenrains create this blessed scenetasting it all are many small feetplayfully they dance as the Nature greets motherly comfort when they falltransforms to a bed as they crawlmassaging their muscles with its greasereadying future soldiers by acting as their lee byKritika at: Note from the AuthorCopyright 2020 (All rightsContinue reading “mUd – Kritika (Undressed Thoughts)”

Bird with Third Wing

inspired by a painting completed following a series of dreams that skulked my childhood curse that coal birdrounding mydreams, flyin’ lame as crooked with a haggardthird wing, bird tumbles,barreling like balloonhalf drunk withwater, and i’m shakensober, ‘spite my own scornand comfort withterror, i’d never close inon capture ofsaid bird, now would you pass mea fistfulContinue reading “Bird with Third Wing”

Subconscious Answer – theherdlesswitch

Live too long Never long enough Swirling of Dervishes Red cloth hurricane Leaves bereft A small sense Of seeking what is under Plumbed too deep Even there is darkness for more from this deep diver, click on over:

The Fabric – A Word of Substance How is this possible? You’re telling me, I can’t sit on the grass, collar popped and comfortably breathe in the fresh air? You’re telling me the polo match is canceled? What about the vineyard itself? Is it, too, closed to the public? And what is “public” anyway? Children in stained shorts? Walmart? What aboutContinue reading “The Fabric – A Word of Substance”

The Escape Velocity of a Rorschach Sunset I.As the fiery half-eaten orbmelts farther into the mountains,the heart shudders in astonished jolts. A gilded feast of morphing shadows temptsthe pattern-hungry brain to arrangedozens of weather-beaten pointsinto monstrous faces of jagged rock. Vectoring like a maniacal dragonflythe eyes construct (and deconstruct)tensile bridges of silken meaning. The shifting boundary of the rugged terrainslips inContinue reading “The Escape Velocity of a Rorschach Sunset”

Send in the Clowns Who can breathe with words lodged between ugly and uglier? Send in the clowns the skies are grey laughter the medicine a crying world deserves. Someone trampled my flowers stole honey from the jar left bees buzzing around a crown I no longer desire to wear. Spirits descend from tree branches ready to spreadContinue reading “Send in the Clowns”

untitled night – one round corner a frayed shirt hangs still in the window thought I had forgotten that moment from yesterday a silhouette of oak climbs up the glass frame of a moonlit eye a color so shallow jumps out of the pane yet so deep it leaps back behind the space it fills with its strange delight andContinue reading “untitled night – one round corner”

“Who cares what we eat?” – Navnidhi Vyas (Culled from Lucy’s Works)

Who cares what we eat?Just calming stomach’s heatExtra spicy , fried and sweetBe it eating or doing a cheat? Who cares what we eat?Overweight is common sightGlucose, lipids are at heightsAre we losing our health rights? Who cares what we eat?Gain cash at stake of fitDrain cash to regain itAre we fooling our intellect? WhoContinue reading ““Who cares what we eat?” – Navnidhi Vyas (Culled from Lucy’s Works)”

The purpose of mistakes – Ali Grimshaw (flashlight batteries) Your must lose things to find them. Rip to repair, slip to find out, who you return as. Tumble through trials be torn away from the known to evolve stronger. You must reach your own hand be burned unjustly to hear my scar’s story. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 at: dVerse Poets Pub –Continue reading “The purpose of mistakes – Ali Grimshaw (flashlight batteries)”