dVerse — prosery 12 — 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…

dVerse — prosery 11 — 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…

dVerse — Prosery 10 — 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…

dVerse — prosery 9 — 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…

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…

dVerse — prosery 6 — 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…

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…