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

He’d only visit with the clouds

d’Verse prosery Watching the clouds thicken, I smiled. I so loved how they would settle upon my secluded cabin every winter. Jason's cabin. He had brought me here years ago, long before we were married, claiming that this was where earth met sky. "See?" he'd asked, "The clouds descend from the heavens in winter. Isn't… Continue reading He’d only visit with the clouds

The round display case

d’Verse prosery "Mom!" "Hey, Kiddo! I missed you!" The wiry middle-aged woman tousled the stocky boy's hair, gave him a tight hug, and unstrapped her pack, swinging it off her shoulders. "Look, Luke, I got you something!" Barbara unzipped a side pocket and reached inside, rummaging through various personal effects until her fingers grazed the… Continue reading The round display case

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

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