dVerse — soup de jour

Born from Mother Chaos and Father Order Mother vivid, brash, capricious, and tormented Father drab, introverted, obsessed, and tormented Each ordered in their imbalances, each oblivious I acknowledge order whether I see it or like it or not, for The paradox of order is in chaos and the illusion of control. My hypervigilance is on…

A2Z 2020 — essential oils — F — Frankincense

Amongst many cultures around the world the fragrance of this resin was believed to increase one’s spiritual connection and intuition. The Chinese called it “fanhunxiang” meaning “calling back the soul fragrance.” It is often used in meditation, since the scent is calming, grounding and pleasant to the senses. It helps one to become more present…

A2Z 2020 — essential oils — D — using essential oils for depression

Nowadays, use of alternative and complementary therapies with mainstream medicine has gained momentum. Aromatherapy is one of the complementary therapies which use essential oils as the major therapeutic agents to treat several diseases. The essential or volatile oils are extracted from the flowers, barks, stem, leaves, roots, fruits and other parts of the plant by…

#FF — Corrugated Pain

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll Corrugated pain She’d been confined in the spartan quarters for at least a month, maybe longer. The dark room offered nothing but time to think about what she’d done. Lying on the lifeless prison-grade mattress day after day, the only comfort came from light wiggling its way through the…

dVerse — Madness — Possessed

Mr. Jones tells about his childhood friend, a boy who lived with his mother, stepfather and brothers and sisters. The boy and his sibs never knew who would be chosen to “ride along” with stepfather, but they all knew what it meant. Years later, the boy, who is now a man, still lives at home…

dVerse — Sestina — Mists of Indigo

“Just Before Dawn” stumbling through realms of red doubting sight of morning’s orange buoyed by kindness’ bright yellow moments of respite in fields of green a will of iron drowning in regret’s blue return again to mists of indigo a traveler, searching through indigo crystal hums with songs of red you, love, lying on wet…