Denise Douros

This week Denise Douros usually found on Six Sentence and Thinking Ten; graces cavalcadeofstars with a couple of her short stories. Enjoy!

Dots on a Page by Denise Douros

There is something special about
a lined page of paper from a notebook.
The parameters are all set
Uniform equality of margin, space and lines,
but when it is marked with ink,
all formats become null and void of their existence
And are no longer adhered to, at least by me.

This is how I see that page,
then I find reason to make an imprint,
which at times gets erased, but more likely
gets additional markings of ink doodles.
Circles are drawn around words
to be used somewhere else in the draft.
Lines stretch to where they are
better suited to make sense.

Writing a story or poem or love letter
often finds that I’m not satisfied with my initial inkings
and rather than start over with a fresh page,
I create these,
almost hidden to the non-composer’s eye,
petroglyphs.

It would be a high order
to take on the markings I make
to make sense of them.

That is why I haven’t hired someone
to take dictation, or lease a stenographer for the afternoon
or even still, harass an Editor!

Part of this dance is that I am in charge
from thought to thought to conclusion.
When the music stops,
and I am fulfilled and satisfied with my mind’s creation,
I type it to a virtual page, in a virtual book,
press, PUBLISH, and hope I made a point of those dots on the page.
-dld Nov. 3, 2010

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Implied Coffee with Sounds of Percolation, Details to Follow by Denise Douros

Leafing through the diary, I found one date that stood out.

It was a long entry, so I grabbed a cuppa and propped the pillows

As I read of the tortured soul of a woman in love, I noticed a smear.

The drop of a tear evaporated, yet distinct in its outline. It spoke to me

with such clarity, and of defeat.

 By page six, I became so embroiled in her affair. Her handwriting was

beginning to look like mine and her words, I could have spoken

If not for the fact that she was of Mandarin origin and I,

a mere Bhutan refugee’s daughter. Meant not to touch the spirit of such

deities, but, I have.

 This is when it occurred to me that emotions know no language,

and certainly do not mark separation of one’s wealth.

 ~dld October 14, 2010

 Bio

dld, Denise Douros, is from the Garden State, where the snow has replaced sweet summer corn and blooming Tiger Lillies. She has been published in Contemporary World Literature’s Journal http://contemporaryworldliterature.com/)  and will be in the February issues of both Viral Cat Press http://www.viralcat.com/) , as well as Contemporary World Poetry I http://contemporypoetry.com/  if you would like to see her other short fiction pieces, as well as her poetry, please go http://dldselfnarration.wordpress.com/

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Jeanette has been published on several online writing sites and in fourteen Anthology books and four poetry books. Three of these books have made the New York Times Best Sellers list. Awarded The Helium Networks Premium Writer’s Badge, Bronze Creative Writing Award and a Marketplace Writers award. Recently she has published nine ebooks at Barnes and Noble and Amazon. You may find a list of some of her work at www.hamptonroadswriters.org
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8 Responses to Denise Douros

  1. *claps*
    Two lovely pieces, beautifully imbued with a sense of place.

  2. It’s great seeing your fine work here, Denise! Jeanette’s site is the perfect place to be!

    Sal

  3. Denise . . .

    You doodle your dance right dandy.
    ~ Absolutely*Kate

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