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; [...]
It's Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word "set." ℵ Ink hadn't even set on the weddin' invites b'fore Jeff was out hookin' his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for "Sweet Joni" gettin' knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn't [...]
I sense them trying to form. the sudden, mad syllabic rush as if each thought is battling to be voiced in unison. A thunderous blast of wordlessness everything and nothing — an aborted cacophony — utterances never to be heard, over a blur of muted tears.