– sound-dream @ tumblr Ship of Fools God’s ten thousand things Elements that swirl Oasis in space This dear ship of fools Rusty and leaking Decades of misuse Hellbent destruction As we build our tombs Rabid lemmings run* Deny there’s an edge Idiocy’s race Bullets in the gun Pointed at Earth’s head Afterlife to come…
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dVerse — Poetics on Climate Crisis — Prisoner of War
WARNING: This one is dark. If dark bothers you, please skip, ok? image link Strung up, suspended by cosmic cords of evil, Mother Gaia hangs upside down Ankles raw oozing wounds where human maggots feast Bore 16 affixed in her jugular, draining, draining Her tender frame, ever-shaved, sour sweat sizzling under Sol’s gaze Mouth…
Off the Hook
image link Brought to the party under the pretense that it was a fundraiser for the Screen Actors Guild TheaterCare fund, it didn’t take Chelsi long to see what was going on. Barph, her date, was a personal assistant to Garvey Feinstein, said he had arranged a meeting after the 7-course dinner and then show,…
Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019 — Not So Fast
Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com John sat across the table from me; paper was ready. A look of triumph distorted his usual sour expression. “Ms. Smith, once you sign, you’re admitting gross insubordination and will no longer work here.” I held up a DVD. “Not signing. Judge will want to see your hand on…
#MM — Sunday Writing Prompt “A Fish Out of Water” — Umber the Earthworm
image link Umber the earthworm had spent his entire life in the front yard of Mrs. Jones, wiggling and writhing through the dirt and trying to stay out of the path of hungry moles. So far in this, his sixth month, he had been successful in staying alive and having fun frolicking with his many…
Raspy the Rowdy Parrot
image link Raspy was a rowdy parrot. He’d been rehomed multiple times. His raspy raucousness got old a couple of weeks in, and then Raspy was on his way again. Raspy’s luck changed the day he was adopted by Clara and Renaldo, two clowns who traveled with the Minuet Circus nine months of the year….
dVerse — quadrille — Gold to Straw
image link Moe, street corner barber, cuts hair for free on Tuesdays. Jonah, who lives in a nearby alley, sits. Fabio hair, dumptruck face cut locks glimmer like falling spun gold in sun. Piles of straw land. Spell now broken, the frog hops away. Grace is the host of dVerse today. Grace says: For…
Tao-Talk 