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…
Author: Lisa or Li
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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….
FFF 53 — Beatles ’64 (2024)
Finished watching this fifteen minutes ago, on Disney+, which I get “free” as part of a phone package. Rating 10/10 in capturing the mania of that tour. So many good archival footage of photos and video, interviews with “the boys,” and interviews with those who were at at least one of their concerts. Also interviews…
#FF — Flyin’ Shoes
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Over-tired eyes glued to work screen, my peripheral vision snags a figure floating past outside. It’s a Hopper, as evidenced by the telltale rippling blur effect of the traveler about to leave, or just roll into, now. Twenty years ago, Richard begged me to join Corps with him. “We can…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Niched
NichedAs meat puppets deteriorate towhere the end is nigh, we fly.Cyber-medical upload centerssiphon us while electric sparksstill crackle, into titanium-glassflash drives. Tiny-coffined, ourfamily pods shell out for one dayof resurrection each year.Fearful and careless call it zombie palacea place where dusteds attend year-round;for each, an annual androidal dance.Columbarium ash plants our treesalong sweeping forest hills,…
dVerse Q213 — A Prayer
A PrayerBefore looking outdoorsI reach for sun glasseswith which to enlivenstick webs, brown scrub,and grey. To say it will be a Mr. Rogers Day.A season of now, wherewe, within the all of it,smile and say, “Howdy,Neighbor.” Amen. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, back after a very enjoyable few weeks off. Today’s prompt…
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