We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. – from Hummingbird, by D.H. Lawrence Gerald was born at the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month in the year of the dragon. Unlike his six siblings with blue eyes, Gerald's glittered like emeralds. He never cried… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Starbaby
Category: prosery
dVerse — prosery — Night Feeders
In their dreams they sleep with the moon.--From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur.… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Night Feeders
dVerse — prosery — Red Moon Rise
A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. -- Carl Sandburg, from Jazz Fantasia A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. My head tilts just so and I swear the hills are moving like a great dark beast; a shadowy twin of my guilt, following. Red… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Red Moon Rise
dVerse — prosery — The Inperturbable Street
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. --Gwendolyn Brooks A pair of mourning doves wheels away, startled when the keychain lands near them. “Don't be a child. You have custody of Merlot,” Gillian says. Harold had never hated himself as much as he did right now. Why had he ignored the red… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — The Inperturbable Street
dVerse — prosery — 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… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly Nightmare
dVerse — prosery — Alive
They lived above the clouds, far from the germs and messiness they'd lied and cheated themselves away from. Luxury abodes with multi-dimensional holodecks immersed them in fairytale landscapes, where things were flawless. Blossoms never wilted; butterflies immortal. Crystal springs gurgled and the insects never bit. Lovers always smiled. When the virus hit on the planet… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Alive
dVerse — prosery — Love’s End
I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. My first – age eighteen and doe-eyed for Billy who lived one farm over. We planned marriage after graduation, but in the fall of our senior year, Fay took him from me. Next – Mr. Murrow, boss at the department store when… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Love’s End
dVerse — Prosery — Between heartbeats
Harvey pulled starlets into his sphere, sure it was his irresistible sex appeal. Starlets knew that Harvey was the film industry power player who could rocket them into cinematic top billing orbit. What starlets didn't know about Harvey was that his lure was more like a glue trap. Once the hotel room door closed, orifices… Continue reading dVerse — Prosery — Between heartbeats
dVerse — prosery — The Rock cries out…
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…
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…
