dVerse — Prosery — The Tender Gray

In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed.by Celia Dropkin, from,  “In Sullivan County” I was a first grandchild who basked in the attention of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and the warm light of my parents. The war had ended a few years before my birth. It was a time when food, supplies, and gasoline were rationed….

TSM 238 — Short Time*

Photo by Hein Rich on Flickr Marco had dreamed so long of a time when he could hold peace close to his heart. And now, here she was, resting with him, warm and downy, with no urge to fly. He sat with her in the sun, reveling at the quiet, healing power of her presence….

dVerse — MTB — Mother always knows best.

this, our living dream we huddled ones without a home? flocking, schooling, living rainbows. back then sweet with their secrets of touch and time “We’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?” We may never know parents weep at graveto death’s fragrant song doom’s dissonant stay No more poem to write today Top…

#FF — I Remember Part 2

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot I was a cranky baby. The expired formula never set right. Thin and mewling, Mama did her best to soothe me with bouncing and sugar tits; even sneaking a thimble full of Daddy’s whiskey to give me once in awhile. Mama and I spent most days in the back room…

dVerse — Poetics — Ekphrastic senryu

twirling in freedom sick child dances in heaven parents weep at grave Right now I’m reading George Saunders’ 2017 novel, “Lincoln in the Bardo,” which revolves around Abraham’s son, Willie’s, death as a child and how Willie finds himself in a purgatory-type place called  Bardo.  Seeing this image immediately made me think of Willie Lincoln….

dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream

Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image:  “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…