Tag Archives: dverse

the algorithm of voice

Posted on July 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The probability of one voice wielding words the way the muse swings mine so it is identifiable is unlikely: a probability of 99.95% against, like a DNA test disproving kinship, the punctuation I choose unique as DNA base sequences rising from … Continue reading →

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Words From a Hat: Gender-bending (Dada random scramble)

Posted on June 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

some lived men culturally of displays and sequins 1970’s the preening as most nature their proudly effort who thanks Stardust it experience their todays with like badge shoes latest species stuff makeup glam dabbled power that grooming to Ziggy the peacocks … Continue reading →

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velliety into volition

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Paul (from somewhere in Romans):  For I do not do what I want, but do the very thing I hate.   If only I were a better mother a kinder daughter a truer lover, less a liar sighed into air and forgotten; inclination … Continue reading →

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temptation

Posted on May 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

there are kisses that never taste skin but, once dreamed brush across lips a stinging emptiness of air ***we are writing about temptation over at dVerse today.

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Jackalope Tastes Like Lobster

Posted on May 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Jackalope tastes a lot like lobster hard headed mythic conceived in thunder and born in hail though it is difficult to chew with a tongue in your cheek

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Faith(less): a sijo

Posted on April 25, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We whining dots shade/the corner/of a pointillist painting. Lose the art/we have no eyes for it/if we look deep/we see Symmetry/water-spun/the message/of diatoms.

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poor man’s manure

Posted on April 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

April snow is sullen, heavy, yellowed with pollen but determined to stall budding. We shake our heads at flakes falling past their season, mutter threats against weather as we take out shovels and brushes just put away, but my farmer neighbors welcome it, … Continue reading →

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