Tag: dVerse
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Samuel
lame males use a mesa mules emu slam Over at dVerse, It’s MTB with Anagrammatic poetry (pubtended by Bjorn). We’re writing anagrammatic poetry, featuring recombinations of a one-word title with a max of 3 vowels and 4 consonants. The Pub is still open! Come join us!
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To Experience the Dawn of Taoing
To emerge from the mists of time in ancient China. To stand by the Western gates, as the guard states down Laoxi himself. To watch the old master follow him into the gatehouse. To place my hands over a brazier warming the drafty abode, as the former Imperial Librarian seats himself at a desk. To…
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A Winter’s Dance
I fall to one knee. The omnipresent snow saturates my jeans in moments. It keeps falling. I pant. The bitter cold seeps in anyway. Snow dragon smiles. Scarlet-haired, a red line across his pale face, he savors a quick victory. His front stance lightens. Bravado. A mistake. “Why not embrace the inevitable, Golden Dragon?” He…
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Muted Mourning
We never met, but spoke only a few times on the phone. Three gifts you sent me: a headshot photo of you from your theater days, a volume of Billy Collins poetry, another I’ve forgotten. How I discovered you passed an inadvertant admission via email my throat clenching on what might-have-been Oh, but do I…
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A Heartbreaking Homecoming
“I shall take rememberings by dismemberings” the Commandante kindly said “and keep them for you” as he dragged my loves through white snow…” Anderson, H. (2010). “Maybe You Can Come Home“. In The plenitude of emptiness (pp. 56). haibun, Darlington Richards. The moon pierces through the clouds, bathing the snow in a pale luminescence. I…
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Luciferian Conceit
We were princes before the fall. The heights of glory were ours to behold. The splendor of the real, vibrant in a sublime light so radiant it cannot be seen with ordinary eyes. All before the fall… time to tempt humanity toward its own We’re taking the fall over at dVerse for this week’s Quadrille…
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Unexpected Inconveniences
The email from my co-teacher came at 1:30. A writing assignment for our 11th grade ELA class, with a request for scaffolded organizers. An email I didn’t read until just before my 1:57 class. what are the odds? another last minute request It’s 2:40, and instead of going home, I’m crafting organizers. Simple enough to…
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Martial Aftermath
The brighter-than-daylight flash. The louder-than-thunder sound. The earth-leveling blastwave. The hotter-than-the-sun searing heat. Dust. Rubble. Shattered ruins of high rises. The horrifying shadowed outlines burned into rubble: the last remains of disintegrated human beings. Swirling dust bearing radioactive death. The ever-sickening, whose hair falls out in clumps. The slowly-dying, whose skin pales, then dries out…
Frank J. Tassone 