Tag: dVerse
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A Quart-milk Container Bird Enthusiast
It is a pretty bird. An Arts and Crafts instructor at Woodland camp showed us how to make them out of quart-milk containers. She dips papier mache wrapping into different colored dyes to make the foliage. Then she wraps the papier mache around the container. She walks around the paint-splattered tables in the cavernous, beige-painted…
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Water’s Canticle
Do you wonder about me? How I nourish life in one hand and strip it away with the other? How I descend to the lowest places even the most bodhivassatic of you fail to go? How I ascend to the heights that once only the gods dwelt? How do I do it? I yield, and…
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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…
