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
image credit: Sarolta Ban Staring out into the reaches of space, dark and prolific with sparkling worlds, the old man heard the dog's whiskers twitch, as the sheet of leaves flowing from the Life Tree wove around them. Sighing as an immature, blustering star bucketed through the cosmos towards a neighboring older giant, Mubassir patted… Continue reading The Life Tree
A piece of prose poetry BREAKING NEWS: Dearly beloved friends, this just in! Though understandably distracted by hugs, kisses, and pats on the back; preoccupied by thoughts of concern for others; and absorbed in supremely relatable feelings of loving kindness for all living creatures on Earth... good-hearted scientists at the lovely, scenic Heart... err, sorry...… Continue reading Loving kindness, or: Amoride
Smiling toothlessly, the ancient guru stared at Govindaram. "Preposterous, boy? Preposterous?" Standing in the master's hut under his low, wooden roof, the lad felt dubious. He watched the ancient's left hand plop an ivory needle into the bowl and let it sink. Finally, curious, he peered into the vessel. Startled, Govindaram stared at the moon… Continue reading The cloudy ripples
A 'Drabble' (100 words) The scientists tittered with excitement, observing the humans on the screen. Specimens such as these were difficult to acquire, as Earth had been destroyed during the Contraction; and little was known of their mating habits. Bleary-eyed, the man and woman arose from the floor and scanned their cell; the flashing black… Continue reading Specimens
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’
Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she'd get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappeared… like cousin Shabu. Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest… Continue reading Superimposed over the forest
Poetry Partners #130 'Anthem', a poem by Verne Ivars Krastins of 'Sculptage' One fine day I wrote a song Its many verses went on and on A few weeks later the chorus began My simple hymn extended its span The song became an anthem soon All humanity knew my tune Centuries later amongst the stars… Continue reading Anthem, or: All rights reserved
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