dVerse — Prosery — December May Yet…

Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow. –Christina Rossetti, from Daughter of Eve Bell is working her way towards upper management. Armand is an exchange student beginning a summer internship. As Bell speaks fluent Spanish she’s been asked to mentor him. Even though she, forty years old, is twice Armand’s age,…

TSM 203 — Now Shattered Glass

“Reflection” by G-Crew When the wind has gone, when the sun is bright I see your dear face, your smile in repose; brief, shining moment where love’s bond encodes. Today’s frame pauses, reflective abode. I’m still a child; you, a tender parent. You rock me, singing lullaby, voice true, forever imprint vessel I cling to,…

Word Garden Word List #10 (Wallace Stevens)

I would be remiss if I failed to mention that, seeing Ernest Hemingway in the street, Stevens is supposed to have said, “You think you’re Ernest Hemingway,” and promptly punched Hemingway in the face, breaking his hand in doing so.  Afterward, Hemingway helped Stevens to bed to recover.  –Shay Lilacs a blackbird perches in the…

Shay’s Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby)

Undone Today I climb with crows, their silhouettes flickering in sunlight like16mm movies. I rise to where gypsy clocks reign – where regret’s stitched coffin rests, to when we parted; when love, pain, and evil danced — to your lithe, lifeless form, now mist glissades as you kiss the rocks; your right broken femur a…

RFP1 — Alchemical

image credit to Happy Color It’s quantity and quality’s reciprocal determiners; extremes fall, imbalance to feel. It’s quantity and quality’s tasty mix of snacks with entrees; alchemical magic-tuned verse. It’s quantity and quality’s reciprocal determiners. Paula is the host of Random Friday Prompt. Paula says: This week, let’s write about the difficulties of connecting with…

TSM 180 — Night Walker

My darling, why did you goto a place so dark?I truly need to know. Empty clangs, doves moan,heels click, soul marked.My darling, why did you go? Night screams, blood flowsyet no answer, my sanity infarct.I fervently need to know incantation to transposefrom ghoul back to art.My darling, why did you go? Numbers terrify, a village…

#FF — Paragon

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot Morgan appraised himself in the mirror and smiled. He was well-regarded in his job as administrator at the town’s library, partly due to staff receiving generous gift cards at the holidays. His Wednesday night poker group loved him as he often had bad luck. The pastor at church praised him with…