The Morning Mess – for dVerse
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
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a lesson from the smug stairs – for dVerse
November. When tearful loudspeakers wails, conveying somber sofa solitude in everlasting songs of biting fog. November It’s raining heavy spoons, jaded by your thin onion soup lukewarm with regrets. November. […]
war of waiting – for dVerse
When cordite-green is stained by mud and blood hear — slipping — sound of boots that hug our soil; with faces cut in stone and ash, we wait for orders […]
an antidote gainst anecdotes – for dVerse
When anecdotal evidence replace a minimum pretence of sense; when antidotes for being led astray into a gut reaction of revenge are censored, hijacked by the industry of making news.com […]
Serpent and lion — Pleiades for dVerse
Serpent summer sweetness lingers sinfully like honeyed strawberries as serpent’s slithered constellation softly in deceitful lies sings temptations as space is cold and empty Leo like royal feline roars luxuriously […]
