dVerse — Poetics — Risk!

When more adrenalin than blood coursed through her veinsshe crawled from her bed past the partying carnies. It was worth the risk, as a small promise was made and stored in a soon-forgotten niche of her heart…………………………………….. ………………………………………She’d clawed her way back to it,led by cryptic clues on tattered dream sticky notes. Fishin so many…

#FFFC 121 — Swarm

image from Reddit Inert, stiff shadows, arrogant in their perceived dominion over all of everything on the planet, raised their electronic devices and popped off flashes of the swirling life in the giant tank. Little did they realize that they were orbiting earth, confined in pods, cables running in and out of their paralyzed forms….

Movies, Movies, Movies! #87 – June 8, 2021

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies!  At least two of these were chosen after reading reviews by others in Hanspostcard’s Movie Draft that I’ve been participating in for the past 11 weeks or so. Gilda (1946) Starring: Rita Hayworth, Glenn Ford, George Macready, Joseph Calleia, Steven Geray, Joe Sawyer, Gerald Mohr, Mark Roberts,…

dVerse — Prosery — The Sound of Water

“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”–from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.”   Gil woke curled in a dark place, lying on her side, hearing the sound of trickling water. Opening her eyes, she felt dried crusted tears breaking loose. Her wrists were bound behind her….

Assange’s Father on US Tour, includes Minneapolis/St. Paul — Rise Up Times

“Assange’s family members will meet with activists, press, and policymakers to raise awareness of the importance of protecting whistleblowers and journalists, and to advocate for the release of Julian Assange, whom the United Nations has declared “arbitrarily detained” since 2010.” Assange’s Father on US Tour, includes Minneapolis/St. Paul — Rise Up Times please spread the word

The Sunday Muse 163 — Cello Girl

The cicadas awake to see peonies bloomas the girl with the cello plays songs in the park;where their drones rise with ginger sweet, scented perfume; metronomes setting time with the random dog’s bark.Lovers lie in soft grass / fingers trail arms and cheekswhere the assembled chorus remains until dark. At the edge of the park…