Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
We placed our palms upon the casket’s lid.
He used a marker tracing out a place
Where we could write some parting words. We did… 55 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago
At first you sense a peaceful, cooler green
Than jealousy can fake within its eyes,
And then a calmer red with no disguise
That anger has to wear when it is seen. 66 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Victoria C. Slotto, Author
When we were young, two little ones at play,
our families thought that we belonged together,
so sweet, like milk and honey.
Sticks were our bows and arrows, then… 228 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
Good roots avoid the sunbeams.
They much prefer the dark
Away from light and sources bright.
They love the mysteries of night.
That’s where they leave their mark. 127 more words
In my mountainous castle well hidden away
There’s my beast getting restless for lightness of day
And the blood that I seek must be innocent, sweet, 211 more words
3 weeks, 1 day ago
A quadrille for dVerse poetics using the word ‘still’. ANZAC Day
Still air where mist
shrouds the hilltops
above the winding meander
of the river… 31 more words
1 month ago
Last night I dreamt of
feathers and shape-shifting.
Today a wren perches on a naked branch
outside my window.
the tree is in full bloom. 28 more words