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dVerse — poetic pop art — Big Hair

Center stage “Here's looking at you, kid.”* See me -- I'm watching you To see you watching My blonde tentacles I want to reach you See red lust and green envy In your eyes I want you to want to be me My luscious lips fill the void In your world of pink butterflies I… Continue reading dVerse — poetic pop art — Big Hair

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dVerse — portrait — amber eyes

  Timeless visions fill amber eyes Granddad's mule found in the gulley Hacked to pieces, jealous neighbor “Coyotes done it.” No charges. Arms held fast; thrusts, ugly grunts Timeless visions fill amber eyes Stripped, pummeled, defiled, threatened ”They had alibis.” No charges. Husband dragged away in handcuffs “She said he broke in and raped her.”… Continue reading dVerse — portrait — amber eyes

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dVerse — set — brooder

burnished fluff above cream and white sets on fashioned straw bright amber eyes under textured soft red tilt, watch, and wait doughy hand curls around, lifts, tosses henkibble. squawk! instant ejection, propulsion, gobbling, distracted, reveals six oval promises -- promises that will soon be kept     I remember the few years we kept chickens.… Continue reading dVerse — set — brooder

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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 3 and dVerse OLN — Persnickety Pear (language warning)

Chromosomal fate Blood-soaked baggage Temperamental bitch Like a bad penny Keeps turning up Force fed hormones Great clots of backlash But she was there When I needed her. And again. Then she stabbed me In the back. I had to cut her loose. Sleep well, old girl. Grace is today's host of dVerse's Open Link… Continue reading OctPoWriMo2019 Day 3 and dVerse OLN — Persnickety Pear (language warning)

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OctPoWriMo Day 1 and dVerse — Devil’s Food

image link Devil's Food Shriveled kernel planted deep virgin soul watered with milk of human cruelty warmed under a dark sun born rabid appetites borne goats laugh bones crack interdimensional black hole sucking vortex never sated   Morgan hosts OctPoWriMo and I am hosting dVerse today. Morgan says: Free write about your, "Dark Night of… Continue reading OctPoWriMo Day 1 and dVerse — Devil’s Food

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dVerse — haibun — Surprise!

As each morning brings the ritual of opening all of the blinds, windows, and sliders, so does the dusk bring their closing. At times, the ritual is disrupted when heavy storms blow rain in; depending on the wind's direction doors and windows are closed accordingly, to keep out pooling water. One such afternoon, when the… Continue reading dVerse — haibun — Surprise!

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dVerse — metaphor — A Tale of Two Chickens

A Tale of Two Chickens A small hut set high at the foot of Tien Sheltered Lu, his wife, Li, and their infant, Shenyen They fished, they grew rice, ate eggs from their hens. Days of labor met nights with sweet song winter wren Chickens' ways varied if in or out of their pen. When… Continue reading dVerse — metaphor — A Tale of Two Chickens

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dVerse — Kafka for Kids — Rilly Boo

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” --from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923 Rilly Boo was a child who was born without eyes. But his fingers twice as long. In his crib, when they saw him, the nurses cried. Such a shame to be so wrong. What they didn't know… Continue reading dVerse — Kafka for Kids — Rilly Boo

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dVerse — quadrille — Immortal Osmium

Motorcycle purrs, waits, buttery leather jacket Crooning at dusk to the hens Finding coral mushrooms in moss under the pines Wet splishes and creaks sailing under moonlight Picking raspberries while riding mini-bikes Priceless, terrible memories will never be extinguished. Punctuations within hell won't die. Linda is the host for dVerse today.  Linda says: [T]oday I… Continue reading dVerse — quadrille — Immortal Osmium

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dVerse — Over: Justice’ Arbiter

I got the text on an ordinary morning, saying he was in jail. They didn't know for what only that he showed up on the log. I called his stepmother to find out the scoop. She asked, “You didn't see the headlines?” “No,” as an invisible hand clenched my throat; Skittering to the computer, I… Continue reading dVerse — Over: Justice’ Arbiter