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#FF — 2100 A.D. = 1 VR
PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa Wheezing-gasped real time numerically marked by the birth and death of a deity was over. New microscopic gods were capricious. Similar to how antibiotics against bacteria became ineffective with over-use, viral vaccinations became impotent against super-morphing coiled beasties. We were forced to go virtual to continue… Humans now live in…
slimverse series — I Got Shot
I got shottoday. NowI wait foranother. After that anotherwait, and thenI’ll take flight. Landing ata coffee shop, I’ll roost,sip, and smile.
earthweal — THE UNSAYABLE — Covid Cathedral
As the big boxes of care were broken down and recycledso rose a gleaming cathedral of doctor-priest-ordained profit.The board of holified scrabblers’ scheme, catering caviar to pre-corpses,circled the cauldron and called forth a lodgingmancer to design an icon to reach the gold in the pockets of the best-insured with the soullessnessof a vapid smile and…
#FF — First Domino
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Ada, Bonnie, Christy, Donna, Eileen, Francina, and Ginette grew up together in St. Ignace. Their mothers stayed home and made pasties. Their fathers worked as woodsmen, railroad men, and on the ships of Lake Michigan. They married young and followed their parents’ footsteps. They canned food in autumn, made quilts…
dVerse — Quadrille 119 — Undertaker’s Lament
It’s hard to dab her waxen cheeks.Sockets fill with sea; digits tremble.When daffodils last bloomed, her face wore roses. Fresh endorsedfor necromancy that broughtsolace to sobbing left-behinders.“Keeping you safe, daddy,” she’d insisted as she imbued another covid corpse. Image: “Funeral” by Dondavid De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday. De says:Write…
dVerse — prosery 16 — Night Feeders
In their dreams they sleep with the moon.–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur….
