dVerse — Poetics 429 — Maggie Jayne

Maggie Jayne Maggie Jayne is the littlest Schwandtin the Lakeview Schwandt pond. Maggie Jayne, girl, the boys won’t dareto be pummeled by thirty fists.Loved by an army,she’s the last twinkle in her daddy’s eye. Will she be free-wheelin’ on an ATVor baking apple pies in an apron?Wearing camo or curls?Curtsying or climbing trees? On November…

Movies, Movies, Movies! #58 – November 10, 2020

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! It doesn’t happen real often, but occasionally I invest a little time in a movie or series and reach a point where I can’t – or won’t – go on. I will include them, not to put them down, per se’, but more as a warning or…

dVerse — Prosery 18 — Tanked

  [T]here is nothing behind the wallexcept a space where the wind whistles…–from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller I’m floating in aquamarine dialed to an optimal degree. My breasts point to the sky. Bubbles tickle my back. I flap my arms like humpback flippers and hum low, sending a message to my lover. Please…

Happiness… — amusicalifeonplanetearth

Will has written a wonderful post about Joe.  Which Joe, you ask?  Read to find out.  Oh, and listen to a wonderful song while you’re at it. is a thing called Joe! This song was composed by Harold Arlen with lyrics by one of his top-three collaborators, Yip Harburg. They wrote it for the great…

dVerse — MTB 226 — ROYGBIV

Redwaves ofsorrow wash throughme, a nerve-searing tsunami of loss. Tart, sweet, your twinkling eyes with deep laugh linespull me in. Idream or-ange. Yel-low slidesunder leaves, inwait for industrious, distracted mice. After long months of masked fear, the time comesto put it down.New greensprouts. Bluechangesabout, tiptoesin my peripheral vision at first. Long wavy tresses caress her…

TATS AND STATS — Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.  Today I’m reblogging about how some loved ones of Holocaust survivors remember them.  This past week I posted a flash fiction of a granddaughter’s devotion to her grandmother who was a Holocaust survivor. I wrote it as a sequel to a story I posted the week before….