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dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine

He found her floundering in his net, which was empty until then. Lost troubled face; confused and spent. Docked at the empty cottage where his mother lived before; he gave her baggy clothes to wear. Off to the village to see Annie, he didn't see her bury something in the garden. She sang, the fish… Continue reading dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #140 and dVerse OLN — Let Us Purr

Incensed at incest from 5 to 10 Perturbed by a pounding at nine for refusing a kiss Ballastic over being “bitch!'ed” at random rambunctiousness to shut up and shut down Pissed off at being punched for disagreeing -- the night before his mother came to visit Displeased at being drenched with water for trying to… Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #140 and dVerse OLN — Let Us Purr

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dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door

  Tall bushy green hair tops over thick black poles, Standing, 'fro touching 'fro, as a living gateway to a field that is somewhere between fresh cut and gone to seed. The welcome mat is wide for the feet of grazing deer at dusk, frisky rabbits, and the occasional whooshing wings of a hawk. Green… Continue reading dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door

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dVerse — Rest in the Peace of the Meadow

Love Poem, by Audre Lorde Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigid as mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow fingers whispering sound honey… Continue reading dVerse — Rest in the Peace of the Meadow

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dVerse — quadrille 106 — Hara-tsuzumi (Belly Hand Drum)

It had been reported that Tanuki fell from the sky using his scrotum as a parachute. --Tom Robbins, Villa Incognito   Shaded sepia Bipedal bandit Bushy chase Big bouncing balls Pendulous paunch Youkai icon Kin to kitsune Debaucherous ninja Shapeshifter Picaresque player For human games Saucy cane rapper Visiting trickster Deals the cards Laid back… Continue reading dVerse — quadrille 106 — Hara-tsuzumi (Belly Hand Drum)

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dVerse — Resurrection — ” ‘Tis I, Marie” –mature audience warning

OK, this one needs a WARNING.  Adults only and not for the faint of heart.  “Tis I, Marie, you come to see You there so prim on marble bench What brings you here week after week I'm now a charred and crumbling wretch You heard the tales and need advice In one of many hundred… Continue reading dVerse — Resurrection — ” ‘Tis I, Marie” –mature audience warning

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dVerse — prosery — The Inperturbable Street

  We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. --Gwendolyn Brooks A pair of mourning doves wheels away, startled when the keychain lands near them. “Don't be a child. You have custody of Merlot,” Gillian says. Harold had never hated himself as much as he did right now. Why had he ignored the red… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — The Inperturbable Street

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dVerse — villanelle — Green Disease

We should control our avarice It matters not if kith nor kin It makes our souls cadaverous Our urge to win is sick, scabrous, Where matricide isn't a sin We can't control our avarice Our Mother's become cancerous We can't tell her bone from her skin It makes our souls cadaverous Our eyes gulp down… Continue reading dVerse — villanelle — Green Disease

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dVerse — A day’s rain

"Gladiolus in the Rain,garden flower,pink and white," by Valeria Belogurova   You know it comes, the stage is set Sky turns to grey, wind changes gear Hushed hiss or pour from sky – all's wet A sound you see, a sight you hear. Pink blossoms pray, “Please, not too hard!” Worms curl and dance, green… Continue reading dVerse — A day’s rain