Edward “Eddy” Baker Lincoln …city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain. –by Helen Dunmore, from ‘City Lilacs’, From Abraham’s Journal February,1850 Dreaming three-year-old Eddy’s cough wakes me. My feet can never find their slippers. Padding quickly to his room I notice again it is drafty, no matter how high…
Category: prosery
dVerse — Prosery — Burning Questions
I was where I am When the snow began —from “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe December is when planning is needed to find daylight for important conversations. There is no grave to visit. The tall chimney never sleeps. I was where I am when the snow began, standing outside of the crematorium. No…
dVerse — Prosery — Botched?
Snow would be the easy way out –Rita Dove, from “November for Beginners” Miranda’s rippled cleavage was pasted across banners of the e-zines that mattered. Just like the paparazzi to zoom in on a digital image and draw a red circle around it, with the headline, “Curdled Milk?” And why didn’t Mirage Photoshop her into…
dVerse — Prosery — The Answer (warning: disturbing content)
You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!Helen Hoyt – October Letter “C’mon, be adventurous for a change,” said Tommy, his voice an edged plaintive whine. Again, I was inadequate in Tommy’s estimation. Like when Tommy handed me a pink pill and said it would be a thrill. Or when he begged…
dVerse Prosery — Night of the Solstice
To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. — by Isabel Duarte-Gray, from the poem, Garden I remember the date my soul left my body. It was the night before the winter solstice of my seventeenth year. Mother had been down with the grip for…
dVerse — Prosery — Crone Power
Traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm –Seamus Heaney, from Twice Shy Madge returned to her cubicle after a carb-rich lunch with co-workers. She plopped into the ergonomic chair that often made things too comfortable – like today. The rhythmic movement of her head swiveling between hard copy and digital data on the twenty-inch…
dVerse — Prosery — Controlling Interest (warning: disturbing content)
image link For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. from “The First Elegy”, Duinos Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke Why do so many stop short, Edward queried his alter ego, Harry. For beauty is nothing but the beginning. Of terror, not the feeling of, but the inducing and witnessing of, Edward was an…
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