dVerse — MTB/Form — Earth Trees Weep

Earth Trees Weep twoblue sprucetrees  planted in their front yardintended **l i v i n g**s e a s o n a l   celebrantsover decades; but things change** rumbles  an  avalanche  of  tears **grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe themCiel’s treesshine bright   (ciel = sky/heaven)…

#FF — Trapped

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Trapped Any tea drinker knows that in order to make room for hot tea in the cup, she needs to sip or pour some of the cool out. Mary’s countertop is stained from spills. She’s never quite gotten the knack of giving a little. Mary, imprisoned by sentimental memories from…

dVerse — Poetics — American Family Story

Learn more about “The Bunkers’ Chairs” (I flipped the image to show how they were set up on the show) here.   “Ah chee!” “Dingbat!” “Meathead!” “Baby Girl” “Daddy!” Archie and Edith’s chairs are on exhibit in The Smithsonian. A pudgy little man with the tongue of a white deviland a teeny weeny little weenie….

dVerse — Prosery — Eclipse

You drew stars around my scars–from Taylor Swift’s song, “Cardigan,”taken from her record Folklore. Eclipse Bionauts, our filaments had been floating in cosmoplasm through innumerable incarnations. When the threads of our irredeemable ills intersected, they caught and twisted together, anchoring each other. Agog and giddy, the blossom of grace bloomed in a garden of gratitude….