dVerse Prosery Monday — Factory Farmed

image link It all belies / Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.–From “Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence Factory Farmed I wake. Even with blindfold, it is bright. Around us, sound of metal clinking, squeak of rolling wheel, muffled voice over intercom echoes as if we’re in a large space. Climate-controlled air whooshes. Stench of…

Day 29 — OctWriPoMo — TAP TAP!

image link Taken directly from the shadow poetry website:  This form is “Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in…

Peculiar

Walking into the private military club in the small town a half-hour north, my old middle-school friend, who said I would know her by the poppies on her shirt, jumped up to greet us.  We’d reconnected after bumping into each other at the store a while ago and traded facebook handles.  She’d invited me back…