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 [...]
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.
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.