Tag: dVerse
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A Post-Controversy Transcendence: a solo #senryu #renga
“the right to bear arms…” the fresh blood drying in the streets Congressional conjectures amidst empty coffers of wolves and sheep dogs … the choked-off trachea of a dead sheep “The sheep should have listened…” “Return the dog to the field…” inverted yield curves everyone to blame except where “the buck stops…” “Everything is fine…
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Enshadowed Illumination: A #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
You weren’t supposed to know. Our adoptive parents received a business letter with a mistake, one that costs lawyers their livelihoods: my name “Jamie.” We shared one life from that moment: you, ever in the clear light of day; I, always in the shadows. Your life was my could-have-been. You, with your second-birth-certificate name, usurped…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 14, August 7, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
Gray cloudsclinging under the deck raila string of raindropswhat better morningfor intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank, at nine. Soon, listening to crow caws, sparrow and blue jay songs, the rustle of leaves in the wind, clanking pots, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”…
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A Moment of Mindful Movement: a #tankaprose
Bloodshed in three states in a week. Over twenty-nine dead in two cities within twenty-four hours. Three mass-shooters: only one alive and under arrest. The arguments begin. The ones that insist military-grade weaponry belong with the military versus the ones screaming, “Don’t touch my guns!” A President of the United States that tweets “It’s the…
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Hope out of Hiroshima
What is it like to look up from the shadowed outlines burned into the walls? Where can one go to see through the black rain? How can all of the tears be dried when the shattered ruins of murdered cities lay all around? Only one people have answered that question. They rose. Yes, with the…
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A Personal History of Moving: a #writephoto #haibun
Dad wants to cut the Tappan Zee bridge out of his commute. He finds the perfect ranch-style house for us in Rockland County–same side of the Hudson as his restaurant. I don’t want to leave all my friends behind. And while Dad packs up all of our belongings into boxes, Mom drinks. sunset the last…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 12: August 5, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the Reservoir. Turning back and ascending the steep hill, we reach Morse Mountain Lodge. There, our way continues up Wire Road, named…
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Sunrise: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets
They stand, kneel, twirl suspended in the air on ascending trapezes. All while a golden sphere glittering in golden spotlights rises. The music plays on. The dance continues–on an above the ground. “Here comes the sun…” Cirque de Solei’s Beatles Love “shines on” for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille 83 and 8th Anniversary The pub celebrates 8…
