When I visit my father's grave, I leave a stone on it. We're Jewish. That's what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our prompt is the word, glow. ∞ That exquisite glow in your velvet-brown eyes — even the flecks of amber sparkle like topaz bathed in moonlight. I try to imagine what thoughts may evoke such magic, but it is quite impossible considering it has nothing [...]
Today the dVerse Poets Pub has tasked us with pouring a powerful spirit poem cocktail. Or go ghostie with it. Get into the spirit of the holidays. Is your muse a restless spirit? Write about it! Use it as an adjective: spiritual, or spirited (lively, full of energy). Spirit can even be a verb: to [...]
It's the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #52, hosted by Chelsea Ann Owens This time our prompt is the word birth. I've a birthmark upon nose and in the dark it glows I want to remove it but the doctors say screw it for when my nose runs I'll know where it goes!
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store The accident never happened; [...]