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Torn - Prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words sans title) where we take a given line from a poem and weave it into a piece of prose. The line today is “I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts.” from the poem ‘Jaguar Song’ by Arthur Sze. For more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Prosery – Of Jaguars and the Night Photo: found at au.pinterest.com Torn There you are…

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The Aroma of Dark Dreams

Without even a chink of light, I can find my way around your room to your bedside, drawn by your nightmares, the way they curl out of the open window and drift on the thermals of a summer night. I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts, moving like a jaguar in the shadows. Nightmares smell and taste like blood while dark thoughts are more like bitter chocolate. I know that you have…

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Never Disappointed - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to write prose including the line “The hills so dry, so dense the underbrush, that where I pushed my way the giant hush was changed to soft explosion.” from the poem “On a View of Pasadena from the Hills.” by Yvor Winters dVerse Poets – Prosery – A View From The Hills Photo: Forest trail in the Beelu National Park,…

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Buzzard

It was one of those days when all I wanted to do was walk until my legs ached, the best way to clear my head of the pressures and worries that weighed it down. Solitude and fresh air were the only remedy, even on an exceptionally hot June day. I tugged on my straw hat, stepped outside, and shut the door behind me. There were birds and insects everywhere; I couldn’t always see them but heard…

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Her First Spell

Isadora’s mother grasps her hands and smiles at her. ‘I know this is your first time, but everyone in the coven has been there, and we are here to support you’. Isadora looks around the circle, nods, picks up a handful of herbs and throws them into the cauldron. As she stirs, she recites under her breath the first spell she has ever written. She dips a silver chalice into the brew but, before…

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The Stench Of Evil - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Melissa is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to write a piece of prose which includes the line “Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind.” from ‘Publication – is the Auction (788) by Emily Dickinson. dVerse Poets – Prosery – Publication Image from: globalextremism.org The Stench Of Evil Political dogma, doctrine, manifesto are cholesterol for the brain, every…

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Her Last Poem

The poet sits at her desk, chewing the end of a pen, mulling over her latest collection. Over the years, she has had some success with pamphlets and anthologies, but time has not been kind to her, and her sight is rapidly failing. This does not mean that she is considering giving up writing altogether, but she has always felt that publication is the auction of the mind, and she needs her mind in…

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Time To Let Go - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery inviting us to write prose up to 144 words which must include the line “It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.” from D.H. Lawrence’s poem ‘Winter-Lull” dVerse Poets – Prosery – Winter Lull Photo: found at crimereads.com Time To Let Go Buckets of shibboleths, hollow cliches, and empty platitudes. Maybe you heard these too. “Don’t be so…

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