image link Chalk outline-sketchedYellow tape-festoonedRelationship crime sceneFebruary’s dead Valentines Grabbed, slabbed, toe-taggedEvidence room desertForensics team stymiedCold case mystery No bodies claimedMorgue now overflowingHearts in limbo Convoy of hearsesCruise Crematory LanePurge in flame Ashes in the wind. Mish is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says:write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, minus title) using the…
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#FF — Long Lost (but now found)– part 3 of 3
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot George remembers the last time he was more than fifty miles from his cabin. Helena invited him to ballet in Lansing. Her fragrance distracted him through the performance. He’d invited her in when they got back, when body hunger overruled taut reason. At summer’s end, reason returned; there was no…
dVerse — Q189 (2) — Lost in the Mist
Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
#FF — Mother
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Don and I met two years ago, at Pinky’s, where I work. He’d come in for a massage and paid extra for the happy ending. He’s been a regular since then. After a year, Don began bringing me gifts. After two, I began to look forward to his kind smile….
Tanka Tuesday 326–Freed (double syn-dom)
Open If you want me to be honest urge me to keep ego empty, understand the bumps of naked; give me time for trust ‘til ready. Airy flights with guileless commune, souls entwine in threadless eddy. New-old state of being vetted rise to know which things to jetty. Close Shun dysfunctioned ways of bias. Denouement…
#FF — Jokers Wild — Alternate Title: Hammered (strong language warning)
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young I enter the first door with a neon sign over it, sit at the bar, and order Magners with a shot of whisky on the side. As the burn rolls down to my gullet, I notice photographs above the shelves of pretty poisons. Photos of laughing patrons in goofy costumes…
dVerse — Prosery — apples, alyssum, and arnica
I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace. by Katherine Riegel, from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” Summer’s wandered off. Harvest moon presides during crisp-aired dormiveglia that sweetens the apples. Not quite autumn, sunshine continues cavorting with wind’s playful nips. Today, Melba strolls…
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