At dVerse Lisa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about an irritating human trait and an extra challenge to try writing a duodora form.
“The gaze that sees is the gaze that dominates.” Michel Foucault
Smug Orbs He wore saucers upon his face like some weird, bug-eyed alien with bobbled stalks, moving in grand comic waves of distraction, pretending not to see that, indeed I could clearly see that he was searching my moral failings. He wore saucers upon his face, those bulging smug orbs of judgement thrust against me like long, sticky blades of spite steeped in bitter misunderstanding, lost in fragmented distortions of not seeing what he is seeing. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®