Bones of Contention

Do Not Share A Toy


My brother and I never saw eye to eye.  Whether it be religion, politics, or even sports teams we couldn’t agree.   Sometimes it seemed that if I said it’s night, he would say it was day.  These divisions continued well after childhood, and it led for us living on opposite coasts and following very different lifestyles.  Sometimes I miss him.  Not the arguments, and definitely not the occasional fisticuffs, but rather the sense of belonging to someone – being a brother.  After all we share the same blood and history.  But I know full well that we will never have a relationship even now that we are entering a latter years.  Those bones of contention are quite real to this day, and sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.  I wish they would lighten, and that I could see my brother again.

(144 words)


dVerse – Prosery: ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.’ (Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese by Mary Oliver.

The Draw

House, Home, Mansion, Spooky, Eerie

The old house creaked.  Rhys knew it was going to be a long night.  He wondered why he had taken the assignment to spend the night in the old McMillian place. 

For six years he had been working for Fortress Security.  This, however, was the oddest assignment to date.  He was expected to spend five nights in the “haunted house” until the new owners moved in.  They didn’t want partying teenagers ransacking the place.

Then an eerie wail began that made his skin crawl.  It was almost as if the whistling moan was saying something.  After an hour, he couldn’t take it anymore.  He got up and opened the panel in the wall where the sound was emanating.  There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles.  While it was a relief, it didn’t make the night any less nerve-wracking.

(144 words)


dVerse: “there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles” from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller

Night Shift

Ikea, Warehouse, Industrial, Tempe

“I hate working shifts.  No sunlight, only the artificial stuff.  I can almost feel my bones crumbling from the lack of vitamin D,” Howard moaned to his co-worker, Deidre.

“It’s not so bad working nights,” she replied.  “It is kind of romantic.”

“Romantic? I think these night shifts have driven you around the bend.”

“Not at all,” she retorted.  “We live in the world of stars and stardust.”

“And incandescent light,” Howard mocked.

“Okay Mister Practical.  When was the last time you got stuck in a traffic jam?”

“On our last day shift,” Howard replied.

“Exactly,” Deidre said. “Besides, I like going to sleep with the moon. It’s kind of romantic, like I said earlier.   I can see the world from a fresh place, full of possibility.  Like the poet said, ‘In their dreams they sleep with the moon.’ I do that.  It’s poetic.”


Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”

The Crossing Time

Muddy Road, Dirt Road, Dusty Road, Forest, Spring, Rest


It was not one of those occasions in which people might say, “a good time was had by all.”  In fact, it was a time of stress, and a period of frustration.  The mission had seemed simple enough: “Go forward under the cover of darkness and secure the bridges on the Rivers Telia and Jondin.”

At first all seemed to be going well.   The feint towards Neliton had drawn the main force of the enemy northwards, and the small raiding force took the Telia Bridge just after midnight with little opposition.  Then the rain began.

This storm was a deluge of biblical proportions.  The road became a quagmire, and progress towards the Jondin negligible. By dawn, Captain Wells summed it up, “We did our best, but when it is over said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.”

(144 words)


dVerse – Prosery: “when it is over said and done it was a time and there was never enough of it.” –Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”




Moan Like An Autumn Wind

Still, Camp, Fire, Flames, Hot, Burning, Wood, Charred


“Was that a wolf?” Elroy asked.

“No.  Too shrill,” Dillon replied. “Coyote, maybe.”

Both men cocked an ear to catch the sound again.  It was a moan, like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops.

“No.  It’s not a c’yote either.”

“Well, whatever the hell it is, it’s spooking the horses,” Dillon observed. “Maybe, you should go calm them a tad bit.”

“I reckon, I might could, but why don’t you do it?” Elroy responded.

The whining moan again echoed in the night.

“Well, Elroy, it’s on account of you being better with critters than me.  Besides, I’m the better shot,” he said holding up his rifle, which he was gripping white-knuckled.

As the two lawmen debated on who should step out from the light of the fire, their quarry – the notorious Travis Jackson, lay in a nearby gully blowing over a bottle.




dVerse – Prosery Inspired by: “Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops”  Carl Sandburg’s Jazz Fantasia.


Love’s A Funny Thing

Pair, Dreams, Luck, Together, Friendship


I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.  It’s the way of things, isn’t it?  Boy meets girl, and boy and girl fall in love.  Then things happen, whether it is conflicting interests, or “greener grass” next door.  They move apart, and one or the other is heart-broken and will “never love again.”  Before you know it – Well – girl meets boy, and the world goes on.  So why should I be any different?  After all, I write novels, my trade is to pen such convoluted stories.  But to be honest, I write them because I think something is missing in me.  So when it, love that is,  actually “happens” in real life and not on the page, it’s kind of disconcerting.  Love, and life for that matter, is quite a funny thing that way.  It seems full of surprises.

(144 words)




Written for d’Verse Prosery: Surprised or Not Prompt: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

All That Are Holy


image: Padre’s Ramblings

“What is this place?” Tillie asked.

“It’s All Saints,” Helen responded.

“Like St Peter and St Paul?” Tillie questioned.

“Why yes, they are included, but its more than that.  It’s a place to remember all the holy saints from the past.”

“That would take a lot of stained glass to get them all in,” Tillie reflected.

“It’s not really about all that.  In fact, it isn’t even about the ‘named’ saints from the past.  You see the Bible says all Christians are saints, and there isn’t just this place to remember them, but there is a day for it too.”

“What day is that?” Tillie asked.

“All Holies Day, the day of all holy people.”

“When is that?” Tillie asked, not being able to place it.

“November first, right after All Holies Eve. You call that Halloween.”

“That’s spooky,” Tillie said.

“No just holy.”

(144 Words)


Written for d’Verse Prosery 5 “All Hallows”


Mirror – Mirror



image: Photo by Milan Popovic on Unsplash

“I can’t believe it.  She has actually posted a quote from some poet on her Facebook: ‘You will love again the stranger who was your self.’” She needs to love herself – what a laugh!  All she ever loves is herself, and she even goes so far as to blame me for the breakup.   It was me who took her to all my favorite places.  I made sure that whenever went out with my mates I made sure she came along.  And all those things, I bought her.  Did she appreciate what they cost me?   And the clothes I got her made her look so hot, all the guys were jealous of me when we were out. How can that cow dare imply that it was about me?  She’s the one that’s full of herself, ‘love again . . . yourself,’  she’s never stopped.  It’s just unbelievable!”

(144 words)


Prosery #3: Love After Love




The Dream


Couples from around the world participate in the mass wedding ceremony at a Sun Moon University in Asan, south of Seoul, South Korea,

AP photo

“I was sitting on a throne like thing, and hundreds – no, thousands of people were gathered in front of me.  The women were all in white, and they were all looking at me.  They were waiting for me to say something,” I explained.

“Interesting,” she responded. “So what did you do?”

“I didn’t want to let them down, so I stood up and said something about how wonderful it was for them to have all come, and that they were truly terrific examples for people in today’s world.  I exhorted them to show love and commitment to one another, in the same way they were showing it to me.”

“Sounds a like a really interesting dream,” my therapist said.

“Really?” I asked.

“And what do you think it means?” she asked kindly.

“I guess – I guess that, I dreamt I was the Moon.”


(144 Words)



dVerse Prosery 2

Into The Woods

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François and Jules had been clearing dead wood from a fire-break on the north side of the ridge.  It was tedious work, and while necessary, it lacked the satisfaction of felling the massive pines which was their usual work.

Jules had just shut off his chainsaw when far away an interrupted cry broke the quiet.

“What was that?” François questioned.

“Something ungodly, to be sure,” his companion responded uneasily.

“Maybe we should have a look,” François suggested.

There was suddenly another eerie wail which again seemed to be cut abruptly short.

The two lumberjacks stared at each other with looks of apprehension.

Jules grabbed an axe from the pickup truck, and beckoned his colleague to follow him.

As they crested the ridge, neither man could believe his own eyes.  There before them was a huge Sasquatch with her leg caught in a bear trap.


(144 words)



dVerse Prosery #1