#FF — Collector (warning: dark)

Collector It began when three-year-old Jerry watched Father drop Mother to her knees by raising an eyebrow. His developing personhood vibrated knowing that Father could exert domain over Mother so easily. Jerry’s being glows watching Father’s sway over his congregants. He notices it is only over females — and children. He spies through the peephole,…

dVerse — Prosery — The Answer (warning: disturbing content)

  You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!Helen Hoyt – October Letter   “C’mon, be adventurous for a change,” said Tommy, his voice an edged plaintive whine. Again, I was inadequate in Tommy’s estimation. Like when Tommy handed me a pink pill and said it would be a thrill. Or when he begged…

Writober Days 7 & 8 and dVerse OLN 348 — Monster Bones

What is that rattle in the yard when moon hides in the clouds, when wind tonight in autumn moans, where howls of wolf pack echoes? A clattered sound of monster bones. Thought he’d wandered far away Last Halloween’s silent midnight I swore I heard his groan across lake, his tears splashing like rain; my guilt…

dVerse Prosery — Night of the Solstice

To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. — by Isabel Duarte-Gray, from the poem, Garden I remember the date my soul left my body. It was the night before the winter solstice of my seventeenth year. Mother had been down with the grip for…

“Beau is Afraid” (2023) Movie Review

Ari Aster with “Beau is Afraid” posters I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to post about a movie I watched last night as I’m still in the absorption phase of what I experienced. As it keeps coming back to the forefront of my consciousness, much like an earworm, here goes. It won’t be…