The Rock, a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson was there when professional wrestling went from two chubby, hairy guys wearing unitards to tanned muscular bodies wearing glittery spandex. From 1996-2004, Dwayne glammed and glitzed the crowds with his magnificent form, his skilled moves, and his charisma -- before leaving for Hollywood. WWE languished without its star and Johnson… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — The Rock cries out…
Category: prosery
dVerse — prosery #7 — A Mother’s Love…
I watched a metallic spheroid rise in the distance over the lip of the arroyo. A shiny dime in a green-blue cloudless sky, the sun's position behind and below it gave its outline a golden, mesmerizing aura. Sound below broke the spell when a calf bawled to her mother halfway up the ridge. Not… Continue reading dVerse — prosery #7 — A Mother’s Love…
dVerse — prosery — Lights Out
One Mid-November Monday temperatures hovered around freezing. Dusk pulled up its blanket as rain fell then froze to trees as Arctic air swept in. Limbs groaned with burden. Victims' cracks and crashes echoed outside of the house, and the earth vibrated with their landing -- the equivalent of an earthquake in Michigan. The old willow… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Lights Out
dVerse — prosery 5 — All Hallow’s Eve
On one of the few warm and sunny days left of autumn, we decided to ride our bikes along the new stretch of bike trail. The land had been donated by the local chemical company. Where yellow “no trespassing” signs proliferated before was now accessible by all. The woodland trail was full of gentle slopes… Continue reading dVerse — prosery 5 — All Hallow’s Eve
dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees
She was born there in that cabin, at the edge of the tree line. Mama was a God-fearing woman who never missed church on Sunday and who took washing in from the houses on the hill. Daddy was a hard-working sharecropper who grew just enough to keep his family alive from harvest to harvest. She… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees
dVerse — Prosery #3 — Juvie
Lying supine in the back of the ambulance, Marga smiled as she approached her region's Rejuvenation Center. Juvie, as it was affectionately called, had been the final destination for most for almost 100 years now. Rolled out on the gurney with her entourage of IV tubes and bottles, Marga caught a glimpse of sky for… Continue reading dVerse — Prosery #3 — Juvie
dVerse — Prosery #2 — Queen of the Great Lakes
Thunderstorms pushed my small sailboat ever farther from shore. Superior, cold, deep, held skeletons -- ships and people – long picked clean by pike and sturgeon, on its sandy feet. Dusk crept into the blackened maelstrom. I remember feeling an overpowering weariness and turning my fate over to the Queen of the Great Lakes; my… Continue reading dVerse — Prosery #2 — Queen of the Great Lakes
