Tag: dVerse

  • A Night of Mid-90’s Nostalgia: a #quadrille #haibun

    An unsentimental, staccato trumpet sounds out from a coffee bar jukebox. The click of que-ball against stripe joins the ominous rhythm accompanying the melody line. A milk steamer hisses: a gurgled, high-pitch screech drops in tone. A murmering audience gathers for an Open Mic. Welcome to Caffeine Jones… “Bitches Brew” a sip of cappuccino before…

  • Hortus Trinitatis

    Lush flora, bathing Eden’s morning air in a delicate aromal song. Dafodils, rhododendrums, a kaleidescope of perennials and annuals: a blissful variety tantalizing sight and smell alike! And yet amidst perfection, an offered temptation to take what is not given. A temptation yielded to, with that all too familiar sense of entitlement, that pride, urging…

  • Solsticing

    The canopy of maple leaves bathes in sunlight on the Summer Solstice. Still for a moment, the legion of leaves ripple lie a stadium crowd doing the wave. Despite the abundance of daylight left on this longest of days, afternoon shadows creep across the front yard. The street already basks in the shade. I’ve spent…

  • Curious Conundrum: a #Quadrille – #haibun

    What could it hurt, right? I have nine lives, after all, or so they tell me. And I always land on my feet! I have to know. I have to know! I don’t care what curiosity does! Because I know what satisfaction does. revelation We’re satisfying our curiosity with Quadrilles over at dVerse. The Pub…

  • A Lunar Consolation Deferred

    I hold your face in my hands. Your eyes hold that glint of tears that they refuse to unleash. They are tears born of regret over decisions made, and fears over future prospects. I can only hold your face in my hands a moment before lowering them at your gentle touch on my wrists. If…

  • Slice of Life: a #haibun (5/13/21)

    The warmth of the early afternoon drops to an uncomfortable cool. Numb fingers tap away, while sparrows and robin sing on, indifferent to the chill. Sun-swallowing swarms of cumulus cloud ensure that the cool will remain. Mira and Frank chatted about invitations. He’s finally tending to his upcoming Court of Honor. I managed to motivate…

  • Presence: A #Haibun (4/26/2021): Day 26 of #NationalPoetryMonth

    Fresh crabapple leaves flutter. The mantle clock tick-tocks, tick-tocks. Frank’s voice carries from beyond his closed door. I walk to the couch, grab a pillow, and return to my seat at the dining room table. The Syracuse windchimes sound off. A roar soft as a sated lion: the new windchimes ring out. Branches sway like…

  • Vernal Ephemera: a #haibun

    A year plus since the lockdown, and another Spring teases seasonal change. While the sun radiates the neighborhood, uneclipsed by a single cloud, a chilly breeze blows. The daffodils broke hibernation, with the forsythias following close behind. Nevertheless, a familiar, invernal chill lingers. Tomorrow promises showers; my aching joints confirm. And new COVID cases surge…