dVerse Prosery Monday — Final kiss

Bury me with the lies I told.–Alejandro Escovedo, from “Bury Me“ Final Kiss We grew up as neighbors. Your folks and ours were best friends. Moms canning peaches together every summer. Dads on the same bowling league. Remember when we all got Stingrays with banana seats? I remember it started in 9th grade, when we…

#TNG 108 — tree

Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game.  Usually I put the # she gives into the media search box and choose from the pictures that show up.  Judy also gives us the option of: If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words…

What Within Us?

what within us? white men, dark suitsred ties, white shirtsarmy of pain dealerstearing apart our homesleaving us to wander, wonderwhat within uskeeps us chainedunder such vile rule? Steve’s post today inspired me to share a poem I’ve been working on for a few days. Please take a few moments to read Steve’s post and my…

haiga for winter

This was first published in 2022. Earlier in the week, all of the snow had melted.  It started again a couple of days ago and hasn’t stopped since.  It is steady and heavy.  Spring seems so far away. cold, ever visiting impossible to ignore bones creak in the wind

The Oracle Speaks: Through Intuition See

The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…