We are, each of us, life’s canvases

d’Verse prosery Friends, today we aspire to be poems, rather than to write or read them. Tune in to the rhythms of your heart beats and breaths; experience the air, its temperature and direction; take in the colors and shapes of your surroundings. Your senses produce letterless words; heed the language of being; listen to… Continue reading We are, each of us, life’s canvases

Threaded with life stories and memories

d’Verse prosery So. You've finally arrived, warrior. Did you find my undead legions' welcome to your liking? They were like you once, you know… eyes blazing with foolish righteousness and deluded purpose... Well, until I plucked their mortal souls out. Did your masters teach you the anatomy of a soul, hero? Its heart is of… Continue reading Threaded with life stories and memories

The worse it seemed to get…

An American paragraph* (an experimental form) He wished that not everything had to be so challenging all the time. Clearly, it didn't matter whether he combed his beard thrice; he knew that. Plus, why wake up each morning at seven twenty-seven on the dot? Why should he leave the crust on only one side of… Continue reading The worse it seemed to get…

Sneaking away from the yeshiva

d’Verse prosery My health hasn't suffered for the many puncture wounds dealt to my religious dogma, Rabbi. I am bombarded, yet I stand, and that's precisely the point, can't you understand? Assailed by doubts, awash in religious transgressions, adrift from my old synagogue community; yet I remain standing, even thriving! In fact, I'm happier than… Continue reading Sneaking away from the yeshiva

Those asteroids, Sir, they’re…

d’Verse prosery "Captain, we're exiting hyperdrive just outside of the Milky Way! I'll patch us through to Grand Lord… Wait… Where…" "Where are we, Lieutenant Mark? There's nothing here but an asteroid field. Check your coordinates!" "Yes, Sir! Let's see… 71.5 by 199.5 degrees… I... don't understand it, Sir. The galaxy should be just… Oh,… Continue reading Those asteroids, Sir, they’re…

And, shall we say… proclivities

d’Verse prosery "Ezekiel, we've assigned eight of our best to the transport, and the prisoner will be securely restrained and blindfolded. They've been briefed on Elijah's history and, shall we say... proclivities. We've ordered them to keep their distance. So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. Nobody could possibly escape those… Continue reading And, shall we say… proclivities

“We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

d’Verse prosery “Coffee, Dear?” “That would be great, Darling. Cream please.” “Yes, Dear. So, what’s on your mind this morning?” Thoughtfully, Mr. Li stirred his dark poison and raised it to his lips. “We may have a lead, Yevgenia.” “That’s wonderful, Yìchén! Now Mr. Wang will definitely give you that promotion!” “Well, we’re not certain… Continue reading “We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

Split decisions

d’Verse prosery “I never thought I’d see you again, Meir. Bissel1 of a schlep2 from LA.” “Tateh’s3 dying, Elisha.” “So?” “He asked me to come, Bruder4. He wants to see you.” “Takeh5? Just like that? Gut6, I’ll get Charlotte and the kinder7 – I’m sure he wants to…” “No, Elisha. Just you.” “They’re his grandchildren,… Continue reading Split decisions