The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

–A Farewell to Arms (1929)

Ernest Hemmingway

he showed me his spine
like embossed building blocks
he’d pulled from the bottom of a toy box
and spread over the rug

this one
he said
was my mother’s rolling eyes
this one
he said – stacking it on top –
was my father’s sudden turning
on his heel to leave the room


Writing prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub

A branch of forsythia waves
from the other side of the window
and grabs my attention –
maybe because the flowers are gone.

From the other side of the window
I watch the World moving through lifetimes.
It layers itself like a pearl

and grabs my attention,
an unintentional omen
a mother-of-pearl revelation

Maybe because the flowers are gone
there’s nothing to distract me
from noticing everything as an irritation


Nature Note: Pearls are created when an irritant seeds an oyster.


dVerse Poets Pub prompt – more info here

I was going to gather eggs in the pretty basket
I’d found hanging on the gate near the coop.
Playing farmer in the dell –
Hiking boots, skirt, my hair pulled back
to show my naked face.
But the eggs … smeared
with shit … blood.


dVerse quadrille Monday – on a Tuesday as always because my Monday writing time is before dVerse wakes up to Monday. So it’s a good think I am mainly here for the practice.

one side will make you small
one side will make you tall
so tall so thin you will
slip

vertically into her
imagination

spending your shares of curiosity
a question at a time
and holding all the answers in your mouth
like mushroom smoke


The springboard is the Monday Quadrille from Dverse (where I am always a day behind due to time zone). Curious means curioser to me, means Alice means Go Ask Alice.

Just say no 😉