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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
dVerse — prosery 4 — memories with the trees
She was born there in that cabin, at the edge of the tree line. Mama was a God-fearing woman who never missed church on Sunday and who took washing in from the houses on the hill. Daddy was a hard-working sharecropper who grew just enough to keep his family alive from harvest to harvest. She…
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