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…
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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.”…
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….
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…
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…
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…
