Tag: dVerse
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The Vanity of Our Theorizing
I read Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I shuddered when Phaedrus articulated his theory of “quality,” only to experience a breakdown when he realizes that he simply rediscovered Laoxi’s insight–codified in the Tao Te Ching some 500 years before the birth of Christ: The way you can go isn’t the real…
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Get Up: a #Quadrille #Haibun
Yes, I’ve fallen. But I can get up. A thousand, thousand times I’ve kissed the ground. A thousand, thousand and one I’ve kissed the sky. I’m only a breath away from rising again. all of the years since “Eye of the tiger” cloud-piercing sun for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #79 (pubtended by De Jackson, where she…
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Special Announcement (5/5/19)!
I am honored to announce that I have joined the team at dVerse Poets Pub! Thank you, Bjorn, for your invitation, Grace, for your invaluable support during my transition, and the entire d’Verse Team for their warm welcome! I hope to premier on the May 27th Haibun Monday. I leave you with my dVerse bio:…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014
She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I? Getting water later, I say, “We’ve progressed from terrible to rotten.” Tennis court bathed in sunlight slapping sounds We return from the country…
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Of Stormriding and Picnicking (Again)
The aches throb. Even the sensations of fatigue have tired. The sleepless night, the challenging day facing students that had a week off, the planning of a poetry jam: They were the breakers. I was the eroding shore. But the Irish song is right: I “weathered the storm” and came “out smiling in the end.”…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 4, July 28, 2014: My latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun
Rain falls steady. I see the faint lines of its passage from my perch on the sofa. Classical music—a composition sounding suspiciously like circus music—plays on Vermont Public Radio. Three years with little rain: we had a good run. We therefore settle in for a cozy downtime, having earned $100 American Express gift card for…
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Sorrowful Release: a solo #renga
Crescent moon-blown ripples on evening tide how these tear-culled thoughts arise each brightening night First Quarter a scythe-eyed glimps across an empty road how this dust-tongued mouth forms the right word at the wrong time Gibbous a bell-voiced cry no one hears how one dark-vowelled word ends a measure of joy Full Moon a tide-looped…
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Unrestricted Aces: a #Quadrille #haibun
Unclassified, one Ace learns English. Another Ace’s fastball dropped me in the dunk tank during least year’s field day. Yet another Ace may claim my lucky “four.” I, their trump ace. All in the least restrictive environment. last bell the crowded cell phone lines for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems (pubtended by…
