Tag: dVerse
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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…
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A Corridor Evermore: a #writephoto #haibun (for #dVersePoets and #PoetsUnited, too)
Door upon door upon door. An unceasing progression to everywhere, and nowhere. And yet each glimpse off the everlasting corridor reveals a moment… Flash! I am eight or nine. The maple and elm tower over the dirt trail that leads from the playground in Douglas Park. Dappled light though the canopy illuminates patches of the…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part I (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)
We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite. Packed house— a woman with a tattooed arm serves herself coffee Shelburne Museum. 45 acres of artistic landscapes, gardens, galleries, and…
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An Epiphanal Invitation: A #TankaProse
summer heat sapping all of my fresh intimate designs the film of sweat lingers on the back of my neck Another summer vacation dawns. I begin the first evening of it in solitude. Frank plays for his high school’s graduation, which he, himself, will partake into years. Mira attends a Chi Gong class. I savor…
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A Traveler’s Wisdom: a #quatrain #haibun
twilight above the horizon strawberry moon I come bearing counsel. Will you hear it? Aye, I’m a traveler, a stranger to you, and a woman, besides. No matter. You can have confidence in what I will tell you. Will you listen? aflight across the leagues, I see happenings near and far to guide your steps…
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First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets
The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 8: August 1, 2014 (a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve)
Swollen masses of cumulus clouds swallow the sky above Mansfield. They spread like a glacier-paced avalanche. Behind them, patches of blue remain. Beyond that, the midday sun shines. We’ve already swum our laps and rested in two hot-tubs at Courtside. Now, we lounge in the shade, indulging in pineapple and literature, nearly indifferent to the…
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Old World Market: a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve (5/18/17)
An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a salad bar, pastier and fresh-cut meats. $18.99 for veal rib and ground lamb are among the offerings. Arriving at the cheeses, we…
