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dVerse — Poetics — imprint

  Pulled up to the empty parking lot of the restaurant. Amend that, empty except for one giant Yamaha crotch rocket and a man, standing off to the side, looking at the back patio. His back turned so I could get a long look at his long frame in his tan dress pants and matching… Continue reading dVerse — Poetics — imprint

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#FF — For the first time

I'd allowed myself to be talked into attending the farce of a wedding, then reception. The dunce cap napkins said it all. Everyone knew Melinda's marital pattern of marriage-to-millionaire followed by unfortunate-death-of-groom, then whirlwind-romance-leading-to-engagement-with-next-rich-dupe. She forgot what number Harold was: 4? 5? Even my hard-boiled cynicism couldn't ignore how Melinda and Harold looked at and… Continue reading #FF — For the first time

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dVerse — haibun — reflections on quatrain

“Terminal Wasteland?” tells about my relationship with a partner from 2006 – 2017. It began as two broken and lonely people desperately seeking warmth in what seemed at the time a very cold world. Each of us had heavy loads of baggage that we sort of just hurled into the corner and forgot about, so… Continue reading dVerse — haibun — reflections on quatrain

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#MM — Tale Weaver — blind

It took him ten years to condition her, to bend her to his will. Like a metal worker bending a straight pipe, it was a thousand small strikes to her core self until he had her trained. She learned when he raised his left eyebrow it meant be still. If he slammed the door in… Continue reading #MM — Tale Weaver — blind

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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 15 — Mother May I (tell them I’m a baby rhesus monkey)?

Mother may I tell them what they did? Mother may I tell them that you knew? Mother may I say I was for sale? Mother may I say you tagged me? * Mother may I tell how many times you slapped my face? Mother may I tell how many times you ripped my hair out?… Continue reading OctPoWriMo2019 Day 15 — Mother May I (tell them I’m a baby rhesus monkey)?

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#FFFC 35 — The Chameleon

mirceaianc at Pixabay.com They called him The Chameleon. Marshall was one of those unique individuals who could morph into whatever, whomever, he needed to be, depending on the circumstances. He was the kind of person who could be the best used car salesman on the lot, or the founder of a new religion. Marshall's mind… Continue reading #FFFC 35 — The Chameleon

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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 6 — blue — your eyes

Your Eyes mesmerizing as a snake's cool as first ice on the pond distant as atmosphere near outer space blank as a huskie's warm as a summer lake hot as a smiling cowboy's cold as an arctic fox's clinical as an animal researcher's inviting as pie frightening as hitchcock's shower scene's frightened as hitchcock's shower… Continue reading OctPoWriMo2019 Day 6 — blue — your eyes

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dVerse — metaphor — A Tale of Two Chickens

A Tale of Two Chickens A small hut set high at the foot of Tien Sheltered Lu, his wife, Li, and their infant, Shenyen They fished, they grew rice, ate eggs from their hens. Days of labor met nights with sweet song winter wren Chickens' ways varied if in or out of their pen. When… Continue reading dVerse — metaphor — A Tale of Two Chickens

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dVerse — Over: Justice’ Arbiter

I got the text on an ordinary morning, saying he was in jail. They didn't know for what only that he showed up on the log. I called his stepmother to find out the scoop. She asked, “You didn't see the headlines?” “No,” as an invisible hand clenched my throat; Skittering to the computer, I… Continue reading dVerse — Over: Justice’ Arbiter

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Trouble in Paradise

DJ said caller number nine I speed-dialed the station, ninth on the line Winner of a trip for two to the tropics Choice of trip-mate became a hot topic Jax was da man, so sexy and raw. Dreamed on the plane of his chiseled jaw Hawa'ii, like always, perfect time of year Jax and I… Continue reading Trouble in Paradise