Tag: dVerse
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“…Unto the Breach…” a #Quadrille #haibun
Set the stage. It’s long past time for a competant actor. Set the table. We’re overdue for an adult diner. Set the microphones and cameras; the witnesses must speak. Set the time of our deliverance from vulgar, conniving “Chosen Ones.” sunset broken promises remembered for dVerse Poets Quadrille #89: Are you Set? (pubtended by Merrill)…
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More Insomnial Moments: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
Quarter past midnight. The last remnant of relaxing chamomile leaves a tangy, bitter aftertaste. “Zigzagging to the light” plays across my mind as I put down an extended meditation on mentorship in Robert McDowell’s Poetry as a Spiritual Practice. I’ll face the bed again. And hope to get the sleep I desperately need. Perhaps I…
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Lepidopteric* Encounters: An .@ImageCurve #haibun
We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the pathways. All around are the butterflies. A large one with brown, splotchy wings lands on Frankie’s head. He’s seated on one of…
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Nihilistic Games: a solo #renga #quadrille
laying asphalt a long and winding road toward eruption With all the lack of care consumerists can muster skyward plumes subterranean ash falls along our path But what do we care when there’s so much more to make our own last lava flow extinction for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #88 (pubtended by Linda Lee Lyberg).…
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Sequoian Soliloquy: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
What life do you imagine you have lived? I pierced the soil and first touched the sun when your ancestors laid the foundations of their castles in your “old country.” I basked in the sun for hundreds of your years before the conquistadors first saw me. Fire, drought, pestilence I endured; I even bear the…
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Desperate Times: a #quadrille #haibun
The commute begins. Cruising 65-70 miles-per-hour, I pass two exits. Then tail-lights appear. Stop-and-go traffic crawls. Pressure mounts. Cruising speed across the bridge. Then a parkway, with more bumper-to-bumper traffic. Pressure reaches critical. parking space making it to the bathroom in the nick of time for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #87 (pubtended by De Jackson). The…
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Contrasting Positions: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat, like an invisible hand choking me, tightens. By the time I reach the door, I have breathed so many short breaths…
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This Deep Breath
Another summer, gone in the blink of an eye. Another September, whose arrival signals the beginning of the next school year. The red rocks of Sedona have become the fleeting images of memory and the still photos in the cloud. The hoodoos of Bryce, the overarching granite of Zion and Yosemite, the ever-present San Franscisco…
