A Nanosecond

A Nanosecond

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; [...]

1959

1959

This time when he proposed, the answer was no. No courthouse wedding and honeymoon in Mexico; no house in the suburbs, no little girl with dark, curly hair. And so, my homeless soul hovered elsewhere and waited to be wanted.    

Hot Butterfly

Hot Butterfly

It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is "quiver." § § Before you ever touch me; you don't even have to speak (not one syllable!). All you have to do is look at me and do that thing with your eyes that slow, sexy blink a sweet almost-grin and I butterfly-quiver a [...]