PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas WARNING: disturbing content, so please skip if you need to. Bel loved fairy tales as a child. She imagined herself The Woodsman instead of Red Riding Hood; the Prince, not Rapunzel; and the Witch, not a child baited by sweets. As a scholar, her interest in myths…
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dVerse — MTB — No More Chocolate Before Bed
When the teats on the cows were so tight, and the balls on the bulls were just right; when the corn danced tango on the ass of a pig; when the rat consorted with the goat and then birthed ghoulish vermin, I woke! image: Joan Miró, “The Tilled Field” (1923) I love Dr. Seuss and…
dVerse — MTB — Blueberry Muffins on a Winter Afternoon
A bright blanket of snow shrouds the ground today asan anemic yellow sun deepens shadows near snowbanks.Cradled muffins with blueberries picked in summer bake, their seraphic commit drifting from room to room.Mlady and Dotty are situated in their usual spotsnear the slider door, surveilling cardinals and fox squirrels.I pour a cup of fresh coffee and…
#FF — Chosen by a Goddess
photo (c) J Hardy WARNING: Disturbing content Chosen by a Goddess For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show. Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young…
#FF — Harvest
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING: may not be suitable for squeamish readers Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter. Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn’t recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White…
dVerse — prosery 13 — Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly Nightmare
“Argh…. unh….” He groans as the corkscrews are twisted, their points aiming for his liver and kidneys. In a nightmare, it is the awareness of what is happening rather than the act itself that brings agony. Paralyzed, nonetheless Mo is able to wake up – to pitch black. Was there a power outage? Bathed in…
#MM Saturday Mix — The Cut of His Jib
Some fine ladies, fool or wise, Measure a man by the hue of his eyes. Some women judge, by moon or by sun The silhouette of his tushy buns Others scream at the sheen to his wavy hair While his smile can lay their wild passions bare Some go by legs, others by hands, I…
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