Tag: dVerse
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A Sunday Stroll: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
During the Giant game, a tease of a drive turns into a route. One I missed while at the Res with family. Sitting on a rock overlooking the reservoir. Lost in permutating ripples, and our stillness. sun’s reflectionstaring from a muddy bankbullfrog Photo by Izabella Taylor first published in Image Curve, March 4, 2020 for dVerse…
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A Martian Contemplation: a #haibun
Mars raged across the battlefield, killing Achaeans with abandon, until Minerva and her inspired Diomedes struck and drove him from the field. War, all too often, is the reverse. The allies of the Second World War strategically fought to resist Nazi and Fascist aggression. The last principal ally to join the fray, however, ended it…
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Final Debrief: my .@ImageCurve #haibun
The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone. No heated words, this time. No aggrieved tones. Quiet voices. He asks me to consider his offer; it’s a kind one. But I can’t accept it. With…
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Spring Emergent?
Who can believe it? The third day in February, and I wear a spring jacket to work over a hoodie. And on the way home, I leave the jacket in the trunk . A dusting of snow fell yesterday morning. It was gone before noon. I heard a bird sing for the first time since…
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Undomesticated: a #TankaProse #Quadrille
Did you imagine, for even a moment, that I was anything else but wild? None domesticate me. I’m untamable. But don’t be afraid! I am for you. Always. fiery tongues an unceasing wind buffeting a house “illuminated by the grace of the Holy Spirit…” (The last line is from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, from his novel…
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An Unanticipated Argument: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
After a long meeting that followed a longer day, Susan P. and I approach Mr. J. He says that our program is “out of compliance.” He won’t say how he knows, just that I should know. I check my anger multiple times as he double-talks—and insults—me. After the meeting, I carry that checked anger home.…
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Sentinel Dome Ascent: an #AmericanSentence #haibun
I pause to catch my breath. Panting follow panting, as my hands clench my knees, but I can’t get enough. Mira looks on in concern. The ascent above glacial point taxed us both, while our Cross-Country-running trained son ascended with envious ease. She prepares to speak when I stand up straight. I nod. “Are you…
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A Marytr’s Opportunity: a #TankaProse
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens https://www.stylist.co.uk/books/the-best-100-closing-lines-from-books/123681 A cobblestone square, bordered by the weather-worn granite walls of buildings with peeling facades. A scaffold made…
