Tag: dVerse
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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…
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“Who Am I?” -a #haibun
I am Chuang Chou dreaming he is a butterfly. I am the butterfly dreaming he is Chuang Chou. I am the dream of Chuang Chou and butterfly being each other. I am the complement between them. I am the Way you can’t go, the Name you can’t say. I am the unnamed origin of Heaven…
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This Filial Contemplation: a #haibun
My son squats atop the rocky outcrop in Kakiat park. He gazes toward the distant New York City skyline. Even after ten years, he maintains a comfortable “frog” posture that his second-grade teacher warned us about. He says nothing. I hold my tongue in deference. I remember those moments when I, too, savored silence. As…
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Meditation in Blue: a #Quadrille #Gembun #sequence
Blues riff on a cocktail napkin a single tear They want my blue eyes. If they only knew … clear sky rustling leaves summer wind The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if. all the calm of the ocean politics Traveling these blue ways … for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday (pubtended by…
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Encountering Two Snakes: my latest @ImageCurve #haibun
The orange trail ascends Halfway Mountain. Yellow and brown elm leaves blanket the flanks of the path. As I say something to Mira, I jump with a start. Inches away, a black rat snake lies still. A sight surpassed only by the timber rattler we encounter off the Pine Meadow trail. rattling the woods suddenly…
