Tag: dVerse
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A Snapshot of Bicycling around Bruges: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
I can’t remember how I met them. Or their names. They were college students abroad, like me. We rented bikes, toured the city and surrounding countryside. We visited the city square first, where the clocktower punctured the sky. Then we rode through narrow, winding streets until we reached open country—and a road lined with Cypress…
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Into and Out of: an .@ImageCurve #Haibun
A moth emerges from the darkness outside. A touch on glass, a blurring of wings and it returns. Flying through a reflection of the kitchen, as though it made it inside. fallen leaves on the deck brightening sky Photo by Max Kleinen first published in Image Curve, August 27, 2020 for dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night…
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A Novel Hike: the Popolopen Torne Loop Adventure
All the years that we’ve hiked in and around Bear Mountain State Park, we never explored the western portion of the park. We had no idea what the Popolopen Torne loop had in store. Of course, new hikes were par for the course for the Tassone family. This time, however, we had a guest with…
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Barton Orchard Experience: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
A smooth trip to Barton Orchard in Poughquag, NY—until the last 2 miles. A long, stop-and-go line of traffic behind an inspecting sheriff at a T-junction stalls our progress before our last turn. Summer-esque heat white-knuckling the wheel Paul lumbers more than walks. Like one of the Dwarves from the film “the Hobbit.” Mira recognizes…
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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…
