dVerse Prosery — Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend

. . . and the iridescent image swimsthrough a mirror that flows.”Stanley Kunitz (The Atlantic, 1970)from “King of the River” Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend Her cries are barely audible. She is tired. It’s been days since she’s been able to drink. She sits and looks at the water, so thirsty. She looks away, looking…

#FF — The Hotel Frederick

The Hotel Frederick It’s where old writers go to die. Stone steps welcome. Stable arches affirm. Windows manifest transparency. Moon-light guides through unlockable doors. Pietra, Librarian and Hostess, greets you with her Bodhisattva smile and shows you to your room, #317. Belle, in #318, hears your vintage Royal tapping through the wall. Soon her tap…

dVerse 413 — The Mechanics of Drudgery

The Mechanics of DrudgeryAnother annual review rolls around.Another evaluator passing through.She thought this one was decent,But he’s new, after all. He needsTo prove his own worth to admin. Wearing Little Marco Florsheims,He tells her she jokes too much,That she makes her colleagues Smile. (We know where laughter leads.)A light heart may cause outburstsOf hope. We…

#FF — The Temple

The Temple I meet Jeremy at a political rally. He’s selling buttons that are pinned to his white robe. Jeremy looks like a young George Harrison. He mesmerizes me with his smile and soothing tones. On the back of my purchased “Clean Water for MI” button, I notice contact information for The Temple. “What’s the…

dVerse Poetics — Gotham: The First Domino

Gotham: The First Domino Ship cast asea, its belly full Coal gone, no more steam Itched and brittle with scurvy Noxious fog, lost instruments Sails hoisted, yet no wind Mates and passengers alike On our knees, we cough and pray, Facing mid-Atlantic gruesome end, To end albatross, millstone ’round Our sickly necks; orange, stenched Corpse,…