#abcedarian

[sedehaven]

A Light (Butterfly)

Alight, butterfly,

cocoon dusty, emptied,

fluttering groundward.

Higher!

Illuminated joy -- kite-like

limned ore pattering

quiet -- silky tread

underneath verbena.

Wandering xanthine!

Yellow zip!

[repertoireofabandoneddreams]

~

Answer all that calls if

Bestowed the honour to be 

Confided in, laughed with, journeyed with.

Dare not think about the inevitable 

Expiration dates and last-times that’ll slip unnoticed.

Forget the taunting thoughts or else the

Gallows await the

Haunting shadows that attempt to escape. 

I don’t mind if my kindness is imposed but perhaps I’m just

Jonesing for small stitches of serotonin

Knit between moments of sadness and I

Lament for my naïve self and blurry

Memories of happy times as time unravels away.

No one knows who will remain in a matter of months.

Only God knows and therefore I shall

Pray,

Quietly and steadfast,

Remembering and ingraining the voices from the

Screens before me, straining my tired eyes. 

Till life do us apart,

Under the stars that

Veil our estranged futures.

What am I thinking? For now, just be

Xenial, welcome all hearts near or

Yonder, my shoulder where they can find  

Zen or comfort.

-t.w.

[nemfrog]

The letter W in an ABC book. Peter Piper’s practical principles of plain & perfect pronunciation. 1936. A reprinting of a book from 1836 with the same title, with new material added.

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[dirkmate]

Thralls

Adventure Brings freedom to those held Captive by society, Dried and wrung-out, Enthralled by the very idea of escape. Forgetting one's place leads to chaos, but when Given the chance, the risk is always taken. Hopeless, Ignominious, and Jaded beyond belief, these Knights in blazers and slacks, Live long enough only to serve Monetary devils Nestled high in perches Of steel and Plaster, and wood stolen from the Quetzals, that simply live harmlessly in their Rain forests. Sadly our heroes, the knights, the Thralls, Understand not the brevity brought by Vakils Who truly believe that X's mark wealth and treasure, Yet not Zeal. Ethan Alexander

[sedehaven]

An Alphabet Soup of March

Azaleas aflame, and aflutter bombastic butterflies, Boreas blows cold crystal clouds. Daylight Savings daffodils, evergold winter-era enders, flower in flocks for Fearn. Goodbye, ash and welcome alder. Hares and harps dance in aquamarine and bloodstone joy! Fishes jest and rams kick and canter! Joy! Lo, the lion meets the lamb at Middlemarch. O, Caesar, weep! Now is Lenten time, to sacrifice... (O, but first let's toast the devil at parade after parade after king cake and queen's ball and Bacchus would blush!) Rite of ashes, rite of life. Soon sun and stars seek symmetry-- time turns temperate. Under the Worm Moon, Mars romances Venus. They love in variation. Wild women, witches and wonder women! Xystus month, keeps Boreas away, as Zephyr kisses in daffodils. * -- S. E. De Haven

[nemfrog]

Y & Z.  The alphabet of flowers and fruit. 1856. 

[itacats]

Tailored Love

WARNINGS: Mentions/Allusions of cheating

Amongst the young women in the lingerie shop, Larissa felt a bit out of place; it wasn’t because of the graying roots she dyed auburn almost twice a month or the Botox that seemed a bit too tight from the last session, but because she and her boyfriend, Xadrian, had become distant over the past few months.

Browsing through the items in the shop, Larissa couldn’t help but think about how he’d react to seeing her in some of the things they leave out on display, and better yet how he’d react to seeing them on her given that the two had barely spent any time together.

Collecting the scraps of clothing that weigh less than the money she’s paying for them Larissa makes her way to the checkout, she opts for the black plastic bag rather than the bright fluorescent pink one; because heaven forbid one of the other members of the community see her walking around with such a thing, she could just hear her nosy neighbor’s voice as she swiped her card.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit too promiscuous for someone our age to be wearing, wouldn’t want to try having kids while you’re unmarried now, right?”

Even if that last part was the case, which it most certainly wasn’t, why was any of that her neighbor’s businesses?

For while Larissa stressed over people judging her for the black plastic bag she held in one hand that became increasingly sweaty the longer she held it, she came to the decision to “just act natural”; and that resulted in her snapping her head up a bit too quickly, looking more like a deer caught in the headlights rather than a middle-aged woman merely going about her day for a moment; when she did this she caught a glimpse of a man she knew all too well.

Gazing at rings and sapphires across the shopping center, Xadrian stood in the sectioned off carpeted Kay’s Jewelers, an assortment of rings and designs splayed out between himself and an associate.

He looked rushed and the rings didn’t look as if they were on the expensive side, but Larissa couldn’t see much anyway granted she was on the other side of the center, and she didn’t want to ruin the surprise any further.

If Xadrian was getting ready to buy her a ring then that’s all she needed to rush home and get herself ready for him tonight.

Jostling her keys as she walked through the door of her home, she started getting ready for what she deemed would be best evening of her life, Larissa would make sure of it, she cooked one of Xadrian’s favorite dishes– all while she cleaned the house, she put on ESPN, and triple checked they had enough beer in the fridge before leaving to take care of herself.

Keeping on with her mission to get ready for Xadrian, Larissa zipped up the front of the top that matched the overpriced pieced of cloth poorly attempting to cover her bottom, she never thought picking out a ring would take someone so long, but she chalked it up to him probably being nervous, maybe he was even picking up some flowers.

Looking out of the window Larissa paced back and forth, so now several hours had passed, and of course, it shouldn’t have taken Xadrian that long to get the ring given the ones he was looking at.

Maybe it was the flowers like she’d initially thought, or it could be that he was getting some of those expensive chocolates that were so hard to find because they were rarely ever in stock, but he would’ve called her, he would have left a note at the very least.

Nearing on hour seven, Xadrian still showed no signs of coming home– and with no boyfriend to impress, Larissa turns in for the night; she reheated the dinner she cooked for him and took a chilled beer from the case she stored in the fridge for the games she didn’t care much for but played on the widescreen anyways; she ate her dinner in the bed the two of them used to share all while dressed in the lingerie she bought earlier, because dammit– she felt pretty.

Only when she finished her fine dining experience did she notice the little paper note sticking out from Xadrian’s bedside table.

Pulling it out, Larissa expected a heartfelt proposal draft, and it was, in a way, just not to her; instead, it had both proposals and breakups on the same page, and Larissa didn’t know what she was reading.

Quite against her better judgment, Larissa read the other letters crammed in the drawer, where words explaining how he never meant for things to end up this way, how he’d ended up getting Rebeca, the seamstress down the street, pregnant, how this was for the best because he’d found the one he’d loved the most, and how he’d planned to propose to her.

Rebeca?

So that’s who the ring was for?

That’s why he didn’t come home?

Under any other circumstance, Larissa wouldn’t question why he didn’t come home, but he was in town, he was buying a ring, and she bought this nice new outfit for him, Xadrian is hers, well–was.

Vacant thoughts took over behind teary eyes as she lay the letters on his side of the bed.

Why would he do this to her?

Xadrian, a person Larissa once thought she could trust.

“You bastard.”

Zipping off her top with the matching bottoms, she went to bed, but not to sleep; Larissa wouldn’t be sleeping for a long time with those letters lying next to her where her lover once did.

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