A memoir Her silhouette and cane familiar from the back,a lady of many social and creative talentsput here, today of all days. Interrupt convo,possibly being rude to both, to smile, say hi;you would have seen the room light up then. After our brief reunion before joining fitness classcheery updates that end with an invitation back,convincing…
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dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Golden Tuesdays with Family
Golden Tuesdays With FamilyFresh-washed, gleamed white against dull-greystraight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.New-tired beast jockeys familiar lanes with fasttravelers in myriad shapes with myriad hues.Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevils with red death wishes. Blue Amazon dinosaursblock and slow flow. Orange construction conesbrake late summer five o’clock urgency to home.Iron arches and sandstone brick…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Palled
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot Palled Continuing with dawn, an unsettled pall, first cast upon my mood in restless slumber. Exhausted from a night of being chased, barefoot, through rotting vegetation by old beaus, I startled awake, breathing heavily….
dVerse OLN 391 — Showdown (content warning)
ShowdownTo discern truth from desiccated dead-eyed dickheadone must flip the script on every word it utters. Whenit denies, know. When it proclaims truth, know that it lies. It’s everything ugly about corporatocracy,control through idiocracy, dumbing down the 95%,mudding water of reality to murky unpotability. Playwith lives, color with ugly crayons dartboards of day.Cart them away,…
dVerse Q231 – One Voice
One Voice Mentation works overmuchto grasp how foul memeticsdaft chiseler has strewnto infect our bloodshot world.How, with rancid spell unleashed,may we now contain it, to castwhere deep, iron-encased,unspeakable things dwell?Let us raise our voice,one song, in light. De, aka whimsygizmo, is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us to write a 44-word…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Switch
switchreturnto dream group friendsstitch meaning togethernouns dancing puzzles in the darkto light I went back to a dream group today after a hiatus. It felt good. Björn is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar/Forms. Björn asks us to write a cinquain. It is a short poem based on syllable count.and is a five-line poem…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Domestic Violence Ain’t No Joke
Domestic Violence Ain’t No JokeSix months into to a life of me and you,we knew your mother was coming to visitbut you socked me in the cheek anyway.Silly you knew the karate you pulled meinto trained in tools to roll with; I grabbedyour arms, fell back, and threw you over into a wall. I met…
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