#dverse — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #dverse, aggregated by home.social.
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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1971 And Counting
Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/21/1971-and-counting/
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1971 And Counting
Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/21/1971-and-counting/
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1971 And Counting
Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/21/1971-and-counting/
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1971 And Counting
Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/21/1971-and-counting/
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1971 And Counting
Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/21/1971-and-counting/
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Canus Forgive Us?
The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/18/canus-forgive-us/
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List of Things Dying
Edward Hopper Sun In An Empty Room (1963) The fly dies firstfalling somewhere unnoticed in a windowsillor into the bottom of a sinkthe spider waits for itin the same tired webit’s trusted all its lifebut nothing comes. The silent die nextthey wither slowlyin lonely apartments with bad plumbing,in hospital rooms,smelling like bleachthey dry inwardlike houseplantsleft in apartment windowsafter somebody moves outbut never comes back. An old man dies after thatthe ventilator coughslike a […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/14/list-of-things-dying/
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List of Things Dying
Edward Hopper Sun In An Empty Room (1963) The fly dies firstfalling somewhere unnoticed in a windowsillor into the bottom of a sinkthe spider waits for itin the same tired webit’s trusted all its lifebut nothing comes. The silent die nextthey wither slowlyin lonely apartments with bad plumbing,in hospital rooms,smelling like bleachthey dry inwardlike houseplantsleft in apartment windowsafter somebody moves outbut never comes back. An old man dies after thatthe ventilator coughslike a […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/14/list-of-things-dying/
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List of Things Dying
Edward Hopper Sun In An Empty Room (1963) The fly dies firstfalling somewhere unnoticed in a windowsillor into the bottom of a sinkthe spider waits for itin the same tired webit’s trusted all its lifebut nothing comes. The silent die nextthey wither slowlyin lonely apartments with bad plumbing,in hospital rooms,smelling like bleachthey dry inwardlike houseplantsleft in apartment windowsafter somebody moves outbut never comes back. An old man dies after thatthe ventilator coughslike a […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/14/list-of-things-dying/
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List of Things Dying
Edward Hopper Sun In An Empty Room (1963) The fly dies firstfalling somewhere unnoticed in a windowsillor into the bottom of a sinkthe spider waits for itin the same tired webit’s trusted all its life.but nothing comes. The silent die nextthey wither slowlyin lonely apartments with bad plumbing,in hospital rooms,smelling like bleachthey dry inwardlike houseplantsleft in apartment windowsafter somebody moves outbut never comes back. An old man dies after thatthe ventilator coughslike a […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/14/list-of-things-dying/
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List of Things Dying
Edward Hopper Sun In An Empty Room (1963) The fly dies firstfalling somewhere unnoticed in a windowsillor into the bottom of a sinkthe spider waits for itin the same tired webit’s trusted all its lifebut nothing comes. The silent die nextthey wither slowlyin lonely apartments with bad plumbing,in hospital rooms,smelling like bleachthey dry inwardlike houseplantsleft in apartment windowsafter somebody moves outbut never comes back. An old man dies after thatthe ventilator coughslike a […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/14/list-of-things-dying/
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The Boy That Stole Butter
“Krishna and Yashoda Milking Cow” Raja Ravi Varma Heritage Foundation Before millions of people chanted his nameBefore his famous talk as a brave charioteerThere were chores to attendFields and fences to tendYashoda up before dawnMilking a very patient cow Thinking about planting grainthe fence post leaning againhow everything breaksjust a little bit at a time Krishna stood there half asleep barefoot with matted hairA hungry child gigglingTrying to catch the swatting tailThe milk sings […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/12/the-boy-that-stole-butter/
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Photo by Ememe . on Pexels.com
After depression hit me with the force of a tow truck careening out of control and running over a beggar sleeping on the footpath, my life became a brooding threnody to wasted years. Hyperbole? Yes, but true in a way, because even nature failed to invigorate me during that period. The azure, glassy sea, the fireflies in the garden summoning nymphs and muses, […]