TingledYou tingle meas you fall.Beam-fluttered,I shiver in yourtextured patterns.You come to meas you will,with your silverpuffed friendswho lie, theirdark smirkslove’s rebuke.Despite, I runnel you,now slinking under crust of ice. I thought of love between snow and weak-winter sun. Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. Björn gives us an optional prompt:So as…
Month: February 2025
Scenic Writer’s Shack Short Story Writing Competition — come on you know you want to!
Scenic Writer’s Shack has a writing contest going on right now. With cash prizes! Free to enter. Deadline March 3. Follow the above link to learn submission deets. Thanks, Stacey, for the heads-up on it!
#FF — Winter Pastimes
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Winter Pastimes Winter is a time for puzzles and dreaming. Everyone knows Ginger likes puzzles, so she has a stockpile to choose from. She’s been saving “Miller’s Pond” for awhile. Its cloudy-skied gloominess isn’t what she’s looking for in mid-February. She reaches for a colorful equatorial puzzle with a green…
dVerse Poetics VD humor
image link Farty HeartyCharmin* or charming?wiping or swiping*?both needed products?Septic or sepsis?tanks or antibiotics?evacuation or fulfilling?Both bodily functionsof will and the willing.Waste or lust?Shit or grocery store roses?Both soul-empty,like Valentine’s prison quicky.*Notes:*Charmin is a brand of toilet paper.*swiping screens on Tindr, a dating app*see Dark History of Valentines Day video Sanaa is today’s host for…
dVerse Q217 Zing(s)
iStupendous, ama-zingmy eyeballs are gazingat colors of braising bright palette of praisingas white does its phasingout.As crystals are going, spring groundwork is showingabove and belowingwith thawing and glowingwith mudding and growingas water is flowingaround. spring bunny iizing is the thingputs sing in songwrong in rightputs length in longthe bat in eyelashesmorse in dot-dashesputs the cunei…
John Barleycorn, by Robert Burns
image link, which takes you to a good bit of info on John Barleycorn’s cultural identity I’m listening to Traffic’s album, “John Barleycorn Must Die” this afternoon. The title song’s lyrics got my curiosity going. Who is this John Barleycorn to be on the receiving end of such abuse? With a little search, I found…
