dVerse — Poetics — Trouble in paradise

Sitting here, still contemplating whether I should use the bottle of poison that I bought to kill the poison ivy that is slowly, inexorably, creeping up the siding of the house, into the flower beds, and slinking towards the back slider. I know that the poison will kill the plants. I also know, after, it…

dVerse — MTB: Stream of Consciousness — To My Son

    My subject to write on was my older son, now in his 30’s.  We had lunch together outside of his workplace yesterday.  We sat in our bag chairs on a spot of grass off of the parking lot. I set the timer for ten minutes and let the stream flow. Then I read…