Tag: dVerse
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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…
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A Grief Reobserved: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
We found out that our friend and colleague, Terry Richmond, died while vacationing in the Dominican Republic. The news came right before we began the 2018-2019 school year. Shocked with grief, our school came together, organizing a memorial during the first week, and meeting his mother. Her steadfast faith and grace inspired us, even as…
