#TSM 173 — Good Boy

In his eyes he’s a clown,the one who makes them laugh,makes them forget their flaws,their worries, at least for awhile.He is the scapegoat who makeseveryone feel good about themselves. In their eyes, he’s a cheap thrillA buffoon in make-up and big shoeswho’s lucky they are so generouswith their laughter.Anyone can do his job.He’s quickly forgotten…

dVerse — MTB/Form — Come the Dawn

Ev’ry night ascend appointed pathRendezvous until the dark is goneTuck away immortal flights with youCome the sober rose blush of the dawn Doesn’t matter that it isn’t realEven if it’s just in dreams it’s trueCome the sober rose blush of the dawnTuck away immortal flights with you Promise hugged with hope one day unfurledWhen the…

dVerse — Poetics — Rental

Vinyl siding that covers ant-chewed planks,chipped and broken from bottles and baseballs. Concrete steps, cracked from earth-settling, chip-ped when the second-hand fridge got delivered. All windows glass dusty panes, except one’s plastic;the flaked painted molding shows rot, disintegration. The door is hollow core, with many ghosts of locks,kick holes towards the floor of the bare…

#FF — Discombobulation

PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz Myra dreamed of being an architect after her sixth-grade field trip. Mr. James showed the class wall-sized murals, blueprints, 3-D models, then walked them through a church he’d designed. Approaching the end of her first year in college, Myra asked Mr. James if she could be a summer intern. He smiled…

dVerse — Poetics — Solar Sailer

The muse alighted on my shoulder and asked, “Do you really want a home built on stone?” I thought only a moment. “Not anymore.” “Surely not one built on sand or in the trees?” “God forbid, and that goes for one on wheels.” She asked, “Where do you feel most at home?” (Knowing full-well where.)…