#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…

The Sunday Muse 154 — Lambs and Lions

  So used to keeping her head down, shefelt the fuzzy image meant no harm.She didn’t think to pierce the surface;fell in, susceptible to his charms.Closer and yet closer she drifted to the farther shore, following the wigglesin the pool. What’s more, further awayshe drifted from the warmth of her besties.A winter wind in spring…

Nightmares are Made of This (long)

Awhile back I posted a Ryan Adams and The Cardinals song that I like. It wasn’t long before I was informed that Ryan Adams has a reputation as an abuser of females. Yesterday I read that Marilyn Manson’s reign has ended. Further investigation showed that he has mentally and physically tortured his partners and others…

dVerse — Poetics 436 — This is not a cow skull

This is not a cow skull.It’s the fulfillment of a random outrageous request of a teenage son.It’s an item that caused a young clerk at Staples in a small town a challenge to prepare for shipping across the country.It’s an item that costed more to ship than to buy.It’s an item forementioned son wanted nothing…

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…

#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…

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…