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It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is “quiver.” § § Before you ever touch me; you don’t even have to speak (not one syllable!). All you have to do is look at me and do that thing with your eyes that slow, sexy blink a sweet almost-grin and I butterfly-quiver a
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It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.” ℵ Ink hadn’t even set on the weddin’ invites b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’ knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn’t
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Today’s writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is the word, tranquility. In the tranquil, sweet heart of the night and the only other sounds are dried oak leaves tickling the sidewalk, the most beautiful words in the world are the ones formed by your lips and whispered to me — just me, and no
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I sense them trying to form. the sudden, mad syllabic rush as if each thought is battling to be voiced in unison. A thunderous blast of wordlessness everything and nothing — an aborted cacophony — utterances never to be heard, over a blur of muted tears.
Ergo, the Ogre 