Night walks scattering poems

d’Verse prosery "Hey, brother." Fat Greg lifted the flap of Earl's camping tent and prodded him unceremoniously. "Wake up." Instantly, Earl was awake. Sleeping rough for more than twelve years had taught him to always keep one eye open, and he had long since gotten used to Greg's behavior. Besides, having a friend was a… Continue reading Night walks scattering poems

To her, death is quite romantic

d’Verse prosery Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. "The Queen is occupied, General. She…" "She what, you fools!?" he shouted, "Is she with one of her playthings?" The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul's entry into the antechamber. With… Continue reading To her, death is quite romantic

From an anonymous sender

d’Verse prosery "I used to love gardening... small, branching lavender shrubs; heavy, pink peonies; trumpet-shaped lilies... Oh, and I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace, my Dearest. That would be truly, truly divine." "Grandma?" "Yes, Darling?" "Could you tell me again about The Peace Times? Tell me about… Continue reading From an anonymous sender

My otherworldly verse zone

d’Verse prosery My cleverest limericks take me significant effort to write; and I'm never satisfied with the results. Once I've produced one, I read through it again multiple times, endlessly tweaking the lines' wordings and syllable counts. And I certainly can't think through potential word choices or hear the music of my inchoate verses if… Continue reading My otherworldly verse zone

Servitude or death

d’Verse prosery Maria looked down at her little finger, as Boss Rossi leered at her lithe body and handed her the small, obsidian blade. "So, what's it going to be, little girl? You wanna live? C'mon… the tip of your pinky is a small price to pay, ain't it?" The beaten woman clenched her teeth… Continue reading Servitude or death

Unimaginable to tender minds

d’Verse prosery In every generation, words were left unspoken between parents and children. Some, unimaginable to tender minds. Some elders harbored the traumas of their youths to their families' detriments in ultimately futile attempts to protect them. Others remained incapable of acknowledging, let alone processing, the damage they'd suffered. These were the most dangerous. Beaten… Continue reading Unimaginable to tender minds

Up towards the vortex

d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex

With and for the hope of your nation

d’Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality. Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they've raped and tortured your neighbors; they've decimated your city. Yes, much of your country… Continue reading With and for the hope of your nation