Tag: dVerse
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Thunderstruck: an #AmericanSentence #haibun
She straightens her hair. Her hands guide the flattening iron as its jaws clench on locks of wavy hair. Snippets of steam rise before she draws the iron down and then grasps another strand. There must be some occasion. But it’s too early for our newphew’s wedding. Lightening dances across thunderheads that encroach the sky.…
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Knife’s Edge
A sliver between water, where families make their home. Leave for work. Return home. Celebrate birthdays, holidays. Live their lives. Until an inevitable day of packing and moving. By them, or others. “And so it goes…” the space between twilight and night turning tide for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #183 – A Sliver of a Poem…
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Of Super Moons and Moves
A steady stream of Spanish chatter woffs up from outside of the first floor apartment. The family residing there hosts a birthday party for one of their children. It’s a hot September afternoon, and only the hint of a breeze rustles the still-green leaves of the neighborhood trees. It’s our fifth day in our new…
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Junteenth: a Journey
An impeccably-dressed General Lee presented his sword to a slovenly-uniformed General Grant on April 9th of 1865. The army of Virginia, the great hope of the Confederacy, surrendered. The United States Civil War officially ended on May 13th of the same year. What could that mean for Black slaves in and around Galveston, Texas? Their…
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Domestic Memory
An apple tree with a shorn trunk, making for a convenient step. The climbs up to it’s largest branch, and the hours spent imagining adventures. childhood dreams… all those eternal summer days The boxes filled with books, toys, and sentimentals. A new bedroom to call my own. childhood nightmares… the calm before storm The mudroom,…
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Unrelenting
An assignment. Then two, then many: The “to do” list grows, a field of weeds in bloom. The hours available to meet such responsibilities dwindle before their demand. I plunge foward through the maelstrom, only to be born away. The refrain of a familiar Billy Joel song ever playing in my head… crysalis the striving…
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Tai Chi Mind
I. yielding before the onslaught of high tide bearing yin this bow II. grasping fresh soil after the thaw holding yang this lunge III. being atop the peak in the wind beyond bearing and holding this oneness for dVerse Poets MTB: Three Way Split The Pub is open! Come join us!
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Jedi Games
I remember the darkened aisle of the UA theater filled to capacity. Dad and I found our seats just as C3PO raised his golden hand over his head, crying, “Help! Please”–and then R2D2 rolled down a rocky trail between canyon walls, and into a jawa ambush. Not yet 7-years-old, I watched “Star Wars” for the…
