#FF — A Different Sun

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz She’d met someone; started looking after walking in on Jack with Harold. All these years she’d blamed herself for not being attractive enough, accommodating enough, adventurous enough. It was time to feel warm strong arms around her that wanted her. Jack was more than generous as they split up the…

dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie

  As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…

Hanspostcard Movie Draft — Round 9, Pick 9, May 4, 2021 — “Natural Born Killers” (1994)

Title: Natural Born Killers (1994) Genre: Crime Director: Oliver Stone Story by: Quentin Tarantino Starring: Woody Harrelson, Juliette Lewis, Tom Sizemore, Rodney Dangerfield, Everett Quinton, Jared Harris, Pruitt Taylor Vince, Edie McClurg, Russell Means, Lanny Flaherty, O-Lan Jones, Robert Downey Jr., Richard Lineback, Kirk Baltz, Ed White, Terrylene, Maria Pitillo, Josh Richman, Tommy Lee Jones,…

Movies, Movies, Movies! #83 – May 4, 2021

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! There is a real mix of movies this week, from painful to joyful to fantastical to outright TERRIFYING. One film, John Huston’s, “Wise Blood,” an old b&w, sounded good and maybe even is good, but I couldn’t get past the ongoing racial epithets by the main character…

dVerse — Quadrille 127 — Seed Bank

I’ve invested seed money,believing in the ABC’s:asters yield deep purple;balloon flowers top charts;cosmos caps capture interest. Incented, content, I sniff,blessed by return kindness.My shareholder butterfly strawglugs from milkweed constellations. Wreaths, bouquets, cinnamon fieldsof carnations — priceless wealth.   Today when I dropped off borrowed materials and picked up the new batch, I decided to take…

The Sunday Muse 158 — Dream Lover

To knock me off balance again I see you, wind-blown, in my dream. Freezing and begging for respite, I beckon, “Come, get in the car.” So cold you are! You reach for me to knock me off balance again. We cling for dear life, for our love, enduring time, circumstances. I hadn’t thought of you…