Tag: dVerse
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Strange Sorrow: my latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun
Lessons prepared. Other work will wait. I enjoy the rest of a relaxing day with the family: football, phone calls, the great outdoors. Even Syfy! Still, an uneasiness arises, like the phantom prick of a splinter removed from an old callous. I gave up YABC. It’s a deliverance, but it’s also a loss. Six years!…
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“My Corona…” a #haibun
All around us, the lists: Wash your hands Keep your hands away from your face Cough in your elbow or inside your shirt Wash you hands In such pandemic times, even simple tasks like shopping take on Herculean proportions. Mira managed to grab the last four-pack of toilet paper left on the shelves at the…
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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.…
