Tag: dVerse
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Coyotic Arts: a #Tanka-Prose
Would that I could bend the will of monarchs with the clowning wit of a Court Jester. Would that I could elicit childlike laughter like a circus clown. Would that I could provoke epiphanies like a genuine Holy Fool. But I’m simply a poet. My words alone will need to be enough to inspire you.…
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Ultimate Conversations: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun / #Prosery
“Did it make a difference?” Jaimie wasn’t sure if there was a point to asking. Would Death even answer? The figure shrugged. “Does it ever?” “But it has too,” Jaimie said, “I can’t have sacrificed my life for nothing.” “No, not for nothing,” Death answered, “For time. For those whom you love.” Jaimie sighed, “When…
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An Inaugural Sail
The wind fills the sails. The sleek, fiberglass hull slices through Levitt Bay water. A soft woosh of a wake, as I speed along in a sunfish. The tiller in one hand, the line to the sail in another, as I adjust course. The utter joy of my first time sailing. A pleasure I haven’t…
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An Inquiry on Biblical Gardens: a #Quadrille #haibun
Why a garden? A strange place for a fall from grace, no? An equally unusual locale for a rise to renewed grace, too, right? Then again, is a garden not where petals fall and seeds sprout again? perennials a hummingbird flies to each one for dVerse Poets’ How Does Your Garden Grow? dVerse Quadrille (guest-pubtended by…
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A Triple-Waterfall Experience: a #haiku sequence
12, 000 years carving through limestone Genesee river low-pitched roar a saturating mist soft on our skin stair upon stair spreading from the bottom a rainbow a long hike how mesmorizing, this falling water even in this stifling heat Portage Falls I’m hosting dVerse Poets’ MTB, where we write haiku sequences. The pub is open!…
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HSA Meeting: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty chairs had been set in a twin series of rows flanking an aisle. Track lighting illuminated a performance space at the…
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These Mom Revolutions
Hungry mothers marched toward the Russian captial in Petrograd. They demanded bread, provisions for their sons fighting on the Eastern Front in WWI. Cossocks and local police attempted to turn them back. Some officer ordered young, inexperienced, and under equipped soldiers to fire into the crowd. But when they looked down their rifles’ gunsights, they…
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Masters Dual: an #AmericanSentence #haibun
You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that consumes these streets? Arbiters of order yield…
Frank J. Tassone 