Paper, hard forum once mandated, regardless of journey. Describing a kiss or account ledger balance the same. Complain? before it was charcoal etched in dark caves. Today’s paper’s virtual. We tap tap between the lines. Figuring saved or erased by pushing enter or backspace. Top image: Painted Cave Art of the Chumash Indians Indigenous peoples…
Category: quadrille
dVerse — Quadrille 147 (2) — Is that you, Mo-Dean?
At first it seemed to be a dream; a blinding eye coiffed in black. My first thought: they’re back. Stalked peer of metallic goon is more than holo in my sleep as a scream begins to creep up the back of my paralyzed throat. This is my second offering for Bjorn’s prompt word for dVerse…
Dverse – Quadrille 147 – These Eyes
To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It’s a way of life. ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson In twos, borne sclera grapes, socket twins, camera duets note lens shifts. Panoptic seas, eagles to snails, eyes of newborn until final closing. In color surprises to weepy accepts discern silhouettes; sweet Arbus…
dVerse – Monday Quadrille 146 — Red Church
It’s Callys today. Mindy brings Magners and water. Crunching veggie sticks with ranch we chat, from hiccup laughs to gasps. Soon arrives tomato soup with saltines and Vichyssoise. Monthly church of call and response; hushed whys turn wise in retrospect. Dessert: fresh strawberry pie. [44 words] Top image: “Red Church in Winter Scape,” by Yuri…
dVerse — Quadrille 145 — Nibbling
Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea and watching the end of, “Ray Donovan: The Movie.” And crying. Chauncey, the puppy, should be running in dreams after hounding Mlady and Dotty all day; instead, he’s nibbling my toes. What a silly, synchronous act of comforting. top image link Note: Chauncey passed away in 2016, but he…
dVerse — Quadrille 144 — Snow Birds
Matters not hue nor contour, when winter’s crystal flies and frosts the trees birds’ feathers shiver large to puff into warm coat fluff. Arranged in tacit, ordered array, clawed stoics cling to chill branches until called to trapeze feeders atwist in arctic breeze. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Merril says: Use shiver–or…
dVerse — Quadrille Monday #143 — Breathe
Rising, skeleton grey against white winter weak bulb, appetites spring. Memory’s green sprouting raiment soon-kept promise – songs on birdwing. To blue drowns, tickles toes and sands as tired bellies flop jumbo towels. Then orange, now brown clowns skip; seasonal powders circled; muse’ fragrant palettes. top image: “Four Seasons,” by Yvonne You De Jackson (aka…
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