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Ego Brain Heart Self

The brain feels crueler than the beating heart.
The gut is grosser resting further down.
Not being robots we are not that smart.
Our hearts don’t understand an AI frown. 135 more words

Poetry

The Snake and the Apple

Upon the beach we snaked wet sand
And made it long and round.
With apple placed before its face
It slithers on the ground.

Maybe there’s an Eve somewhere… 78 more words

Poetry

NOT THIS TIME:

A haibun on a childhood experience for Dverse poetics

I’m nine years old and I’ve been down to the shop for Mum, dawdling a bit longer than I should have.  203 more words

Photography

The First Time--dVerse Poetic

The First Time

The first time that I witnessed birth,
saw the crowning of the head,
that shock of thick black hair,
heard the melded cries of mother… 300 more words

Poetry

Of the Onset of Cold Weather--dVerse Poetics: Homophones

Of the Onset of Cold Weather
A Snowbird’s Lament in Homophones

If I’m allowed, I’ll rant aloud
of autumn’s need to dye, to… 159 more words

Poetry

d'verse Poetics: MTB: Bob Dylan

Today, Bjorn is celebrating the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature:  Bob Dylan.  It seems the folks at the academy got over their tightassery and actually chose somebody that almost everyone knows and isn’t some obscure foreigner – an American Bard.  84 more words

General Poetry

In Praise of Early Dawn--dVerse Poetics

In Praise of Early Dawn
a Haibun

Five-thirty AM. Most of Reno still asleep, I join only a few cars traveling South on West McCarran Boulevard, elevated above the city. 88 more words

Poetry