It's open link night at dVerse! The piece below recounts the actual events of a day at St. James Elementary School in Arlington Heights, IL. 1966, or so. I flunked a phonics test and Sister Eleanor is scowling like Satan: goose-stepping back and forth, spitting "God Hates You Brats." She doesn't know that God likes [...]
Tag: Open Link Night
Cruel Eclipse
It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Star-crossed and in perpetual orbit: the Moon circling the Earth circling the Sun—your heart beating the rhythm of my soul. Enter the cruel eclipse: spouses, children! (yours, mine never ours). Still, this relentless and unchangeable love, our secret conflagration, longs to burn out loud.
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I Knew
It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! A Rondel is a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The first time I met you I knew, I would be foolish to fall in love [...]
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Synchronicity
It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Your lips move In sync with your hands, giving a voice to the words that live in your heart. You write them on the air (in permanent, invisible ink) and my heart can hear ~ So clearly ~ What my ears cannot.
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Hunger
It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Look at me and smile that smile; make my heart beat like velvet jackhammers again and whisper my name like it is holy. Feed the obsession.
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Sunshine Sings
It's open link night over at the dVerse Poets' Pub! I've not seen it, but the damp-dirt fragrance of petrichor (that musky mystique!) dazzles my blind mind’s eye. Rain’s shimmer—an almost-sound— splash-dancing thirsty lawns, razored lightening slicing; silencing Thunder’s echoed moans then, Sunshine sings a bow of rain in colors I can hear.
