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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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Out of Control

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.  


It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is “Spike.” Spiked like the cherry punch at senior prom, slower than a Mississippi Sunday afternoon; softer than a kitten’s sigh but with a kick like a .475 Magnum — leaving me with the sweetest hangover that won’t let go. That’s how kissing you […]
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It’s the Monday Quadrille over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Memories of you, of us, obscured and steeped in a blur of dusty fog and fuzzy cobwebs. Shadows of a distant past sometimes half-forgotten sometimes half-remembered but always just out of reach like missing pieces of a dream that likely belonged to someone else.  

Loose Change

It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Do you ever think about me? Does my existence enhance yours in the slightest, or is my presence in your life akin to clear gelatin? And if I suddenly disappeared, I wonder if you’d notice the absence of loose change jingling in your pocket.