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; [...]

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 [...]

Whispered

Whispered

Today's writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is the word, tranquility. In the tranquil, sweet heart of the night and the only other sounds are dried oak leaves tickling the sidewalk, the most beautiful words in the world are the ones formed by your lips and whispered to me — just me, and no [...]

In Nubibus

  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.