A musette The deer is in her sights quite clear Loud noise the still silence destroys Buck falls Pa hears his girl's proud calls
Doe-eyed, or: Bucking expectations
Tag: Fiction
Motherhood, or: Mushy
A musette "Happy birthday!" She felt sappy. "Guess you can go get that tattoo! But... Tom? I'll always be your mom."
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
The beginning, or: The end
A musette Let me see her she said weakly Nurse, nurse, why do you stand lips pursed? Wet eyes and silence, but no cries
Mate, or: Checkmate
A musette Red car parked on side street not far Loud creaks synced with his wife's pleased shrieks Cocked gun if not he, then... no one
Wine, or: Whimper
A musette Her toes pushing away her clothes Needed that fix; please! she pleaded Muses benumbed by wine bruises
Numb, or: Senseless
My 2nd musette Elbows on the counter soiled clothes Leaning into wine for meaning She'd died bearing a child his bride
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