It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub He had a white coat with oval-shaped specklings of black and dark gray. People thought we should name him “Freckles”, but I thought that was much too common a name for such a serendipitous creature. Instead, we decided on Domenic Andreas — Spot for short. […]
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Today’s poetry form over at the dVerse Poets Pub, is the dizain. You’re truly not the guy you used to be And I’m not the girl I was yesterday. But what do you see when you look at me? Saggy, wrinkled skin? Thinning hair of gray? You don’t have time to look at me these […]
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It’s Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun. Willow tree leaves flutter graceful silvery green— not quite shiny. Two young butterflies at play dipping, diving, spiraling through the air. A field of sunflowers turn their faces skyward as if the […]
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Each day I am tormented when I search the newspaper obituary column and find you unlisted. I am afraid to leave my apartment: you could be everywhere. I check and double-check the six locks bolted to my splitting wooden door. Then, with one eye closed I stealthily peek through my hole in the fraying yellow […]
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A Quadrille for the dVerse Poetry Pub It was my go-to if things got out of control. my ace in the hole. kept it in the back of my mind like an extra 5 bucks just in case. today I finally used it— but changed my mind. Can’t un-slit my throat.
