PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast Her favorite color is blue. She wonders why it is so. Had she been an otter in another incarnation? Perhaps an eagle, gliding mountain updrafts? Maybe a butterfly that loved the nectar of delphinium blossoms best? Or maybe it is because she wears it like seal skin, suffocating her, squeezing…
Category: mental health
dVerse Poetics — The Sacrifice
Deer and Cherry Tree by Kano Tan’yû, 1667 Bowls of seasons have arced heaven since this recollection came to pass. ‘Twas before the boys hit teens, and I, a divorced young mother, yearned for resonance in a world beyond cave. Bravely traversing cyberia, an enclave, one some might call a bamboo grove, happened along the…
“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…
#FF — Alternative Programming Part Two
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll I’ve been at the conditioning center a decade; not a bad patient; just not a real good one. Today Snowy, who’s been here longer than me, cracks, “Fake it ’til you make it, eh, Green?” Snowy decorates the floor with her blood. Confined in Reflection (i.e.solitary,) they assign Dr….
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Night Mares
In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems — by e.e. cummings, from “IX- Impressions” “In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. Dawn will write a new one soon,” she said that night as we walked, arm in arm, our necks craned, looking up, bare feet scuffling the uneven gravel…
dVerse — OLN LIVE — No Such Thing July 2022
He always said“I wish I would have known you before”(…I became a monster.)There was genuine regret in his voice. The first movie we watched together–his place/choice– was, “No Such Thing”(as monsters.)It was a template for his self-perception. As he was cuffed in the back of the cruiser,headed for jail for busting up the house,he…
TSM 205 — Haunted Diner
“The Whitehouse Diner” Photo by Aaron Segreaves Haunted Diner I can still hear them, their laughter, the plates and glasses clinking. I can still hear them, when youth’s engine blushed our cheeks. Spied then I, two entwined through the glass, heart sinking. Flames grew tall; I torched them all without thinking. I can still hear…
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