Traversing the HexagramsHis grizzled, stooped form wheezesfrom the back porch, pleading.The small girl looks, still in sandbox,from across the yard, refusing.She nods, beaten, in the kitchen.Uncle, brother, and a game friend goto pound him and his mouthy brother;her stuff in the bed of rusty truck.Pale, weak, she signs the waiversthat will excise cursed rotten pear,symbol…
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dVerse – Q208 (2nd one) — Succumbed
SuccumbedVelvet cape whooshes, silk soft in shadowsAs evening’s cricket choir abruptly codas.Moon slithers, ambivalent, behind clouds.Pulse of innocence quickens with her steps.Irresistible aroma of sweat and fear goads myRavenous appetite, compels my predation.Evermore I succumb to soul-stealing ways. Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Vampire is the word to use for the quadrille…
dVerse — Q208 — By Pale Screen Light
By Pale Screen LightIn days of oldfrom neck was drained,sucked from punctures,to pale, hungry undeath.In flush refrain, nowfantasy, foddered myth.Yet modern vampires still exist.We stare into their pixelled eyes, minds jammedthrough cable and wifi,keyboarding evermore into drooling golems. Image link Dora is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. In celebration of Dora’s daughter’s novel being…
dVerse — OLN 369 — She Hides
She HidesShe hides her shapefrom patriarchal pawing,donning ill-fitting mumusin off-putting shades,passively cultivating uglyhairstyles through neglect.But I see her curves through shadows against lightand flimsy cotton;in her soft smileswhen she thinks no one is watching, in her gentle touch of stem as she bendsto smell the rose.I want to reach out,to tell her she is beautiful,that…
dVerse — Q207 — Spun
Spun Sticky drops of spin spin centrifuge of deceit distilled to juju toxins; cut, powdered, pressed, pilled pushed through professional pads dealt on dark nets. Mirages, tasty pumped placebos, candyflossing brains with webs, while mad rulers fiddle us dizzy stuck shells, scrambled scribes of tell. OO OO OO OO OO Top image, “The Candyfloss Sky,”…
dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
dVerse OLN — little patters (tanka prose)
“and don’t forget Chessie” by Viennese artist, Guido Gruenwald Little Patters rain patters through dusklike long-gone feet of toddlers’playtime before bedmemories of clean Pjs,oft-told stories, nodding heads The image I chose today to accompany the tanka has sentimental value. My stepdad worked for the C&O Railroad for many years and retired from there. I happened…
