dVerse — OLN #305 Live! and earthweal OLW #96 — Dispelled

Padding along cushioned unfamiliarwhere fungi creeps unmolested alongfallen limbs from long-distant lake gusts My blue gps dot with flashlight incrementsthe pixel-dashed trail scalloping theinland lake to the marked ruin of tribes and boys. Carved cold granite icon topatriarchal rights of domains and souls.Resting on the crumbling concrete baseof a dining hall that fed the damned…

dVerse — Prosery — Bad Girls

I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night–from “When We Sing of Might,” by Kimberly Blaeser I pick one up at the runaway shelter. Another from her granny’s house. One from court-approved fictive kin’s house. The one picked up from the detention center is pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Wednesday is…

dVerse — Protest — pearl dust

Fine precious pearl, a gift divineyou’ve crushed like dirt beneath your boot;Stole innocence, oft’ hidden crime on precious pearl, a gift divine. You’re fouler than leaked toxic slime,forgot, remembered in the booksby precious pearl, a gift divine,now dust like dirt ‘neath heaven’s boot. Then comes a whirling in the airthat gathers sparkles from the dirt.Sweet…

dVerse — Dead Woman Walking

image link Scene of the Crime Name: Evidence: daughter of a barmaid and a factory workerabandoned by one and brainwashed by anothersix is old enough to fend for yourself; mothers are for sissiestape recordings leave little room for editing without skillz sister of a bonded brother and caretaker of six chargesteasing punching teasing punching hurling…

#FFFC 76 — War Wounds

After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…

dVerse — quadrille #98 — Trauma’s Onion

Trauma, immortally peeling onion of layered human celluloid misery. Re-runs’ battleground images lose their vividness with each viewing. Marinated liver reeks on my onion skin tempting black eagles’ taloned mandate. Angels with light arrows circle, faces outward, protecting my soul – healing thicker pink.       Mish is today’s for dVerse.  Mish says: Today…