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I’ve been nominated!

I remember getting nominated for a lot of these kinds of awards when I first started blogging. It’s been awhile! Steve at Steve for the Deaf has honored me today. Thank you, Steve! Steve’s Questions for me: If you in life had a theme song that played wherever you go, what would it be…

dVerse Prosery Monday — Heard

Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind — Emily Dickinson, from Publication – is the Auction (788) Heard The first things she remembers are screams. Her own. And too much red. Twelve years later… Lilac wafts through window of the third-floor dormitory, waking Dahlia. It’s laundry day. Still an hour before dawn. She pads…

dVerse Tuesday Poetics — Eat, drink, and be merry.*

Eat, drink, and be merry.* Never decline an invitation to laugh with friends. The kitchen may need cleaning, laundry may be piling high, and deadlines for filing tax returns are near; but An in-law just passed unexpectedly, an old co-worker/friend’s now in chemo, bombs are dropping here and there, and AI is out to get…

dVerse Q245 — Tinkling Dem Bones

Tinkling Dem Bones Bones – frames creak aboutwithin, without house, clothedwith flesh, upholstery; bareearly Spring trees. Rattled in closets; as unwaxedboards that squeak beneath. You feel it in them.You shake them in Octoberand in Friday craps. They dance us silly human cartoons. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants…

dVerse MTB/Forms — Dear Bean

Dear Bean, Though I’ve felt blessings from your grown, tended, matured, picked, roasted, and ground sacrifices untold times, I ask myself, have I uttered sincere worded verse that your tiny ears have heard? Gazed gratefully into your tiny, beneficent eyes so they might see my soul’s satisfaction? I do thereby publicly proclaim my adoration this…

dVerse Haibun Monday — Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Why is a raven like a writing desk? A glazed-circled pill, washed down with last elixir from the magic bean pot, soon called to me, “Come out and play, little Alice!” No longer small, I managed to crawl through the shrinking doorway to robin’s egg blue, glittered with sunbeams. “WHERE ARE YOU?” I boomed with…