Tag Archives: dVerse

Corvid

You perch in silhouette on overhead power lines, a black bird cutout from the gray-mottled clouds. I’ve read that you recognize faces, and can distinguish the friendly from the ill-willed. I’ve read that you can even pass that specific discernment … Continue reading

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Kept Woman

I was a kept woman: kept from wanting, kept from having; kept at home, kept at arm’s length; kept alive, kept from living. I kept my head down, kept my opinions to myself. I couldn’t keep up. I gave up. … Continue reading

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Fifth Annual Festival Fail

I was set; had the flyer marked, which events and where, all within walking distance once parked. I’d set my alarm, then canceled one minute early, overwhelmed by baseless fears I thought I’d set aside. Setting my sights on next … Continue reading

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vortex

You are the funnel circling the bathtub drain. You gurgle incomprehensible complaints and accusations. You suck vacuously at lavender scented air, all the while choking back the bile of sewer sludge that tickles your throat. Your vortex pulls in stinky … Continue reading

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Ink Bats

He is old, balding and bespectacled. A Freudian slip of a man in a sweater vest sitting across from me. “I’m going to show you some white cards with black ink blots,” he says, “and I want you to tell … Continue reading

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Lost and Found

The spider works quickly to get the larger insect wrapped within its web. The insect doesn’t struggle; it may be dead. But the web is in tatters and shakes violently every time the spider moves. I watch the action, hoping … Continue reading

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Temperatures Rising

  I arose when the sun rose. As the temperature rose, my rose blossoms opened. My expectations rose about winning a blue ribbon at the county fair. Perhaps I would only win a rose-colored ribbon. That would get a rise … Continue reading

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