d’Verse prosery "In space, Captain?" "Yes, Lieutenant. Our analysts are certain. I know it's a lot to absorb; please take your time to…" Pacing up and down the aisle of the top secret anti-gravity aircraft, I find myself reliving yesterday's conversation over and over again in my mind. In space? The very idea seems preposterous…… Continue reading The night sky sparkles with stardust
d’Verse prosery I’ll not think of you at breakfast; this morning is a different thing. Still, I'd rather not have blueberry pancakes with whipped cream today. Also, I'll not think of you while shopping on Thursday for Shabbat Friday night dinner; this week is a different thing; but... I don't think I'll purchase your favorite… Continue reading I’ll not think of you
d’Verse prosery My plush, I'm told, is beautiful; and I suppose I'm glad it seems so… certainly for my child's sake. I taught myself the blind stitch specifically to prevent her from seeing the despair that binds these sundry cottony sheets. Everything I do is stitched with its color, but the threads are all cleverly… Continue reading Until she learns to sew
d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’
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
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
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
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
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