Tag: dVerse
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 2, July 26, 2018
see Mansfield againbefore taking the plunge downthe spiral pipe sliderelaxing in the hot tubFrankie under my arm The Cabot Factory Outlet in Waterbury offered a crowded house more than cheese samples. A pixie-cut-haired young woman from a new “Meadery” offered tastings from the fledgling enterprise’s three meads. Free mead, along with the purchase of our…
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A Hudson River Sojourn: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse
Plush-plush, say the double-headed paddle, as each head pulls the brackish water of the Hudson river. Our kayaks flow with the tidal current of New York’s mother river; our strokes adjust our course more than propel us. We break for lunch on the shore of Pollepel Island, beneath Bannerman Castle. Then we return to the…
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A Troll’s Lament
Always, the bad rap! Do you see the neck chain the orcs fastened? Did I shout for joy as they collared me? Could I count on you to free me? No. Skewar, more’s like. But I’m the bad guy! scapegoat blood on our hands for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #76– Troll (pubtended by Frank Hubeny)
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Weathering Storms: my latest .@ImageCurve #TBT #haibun
A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants. The crease on…
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Silent Psalm: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse
vernal equinox the ultimate sunlight from winter’s last day how long before we embrace the warmth of the new season? My first characters wore the faces of Hanna Barbara and Terrytoons Animation creations. Others bore the likeness of those from Tolkien, Greek mythology, DC and Marvel Comics, and Dungeons and Dragons. Derivative as they were,…
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NOLA Gemini Moments: a #haibun
What must Mardi Gras be like? Is it revelers pursuing yet another Krew’s ostentacious float? Is it music pouring out of every open door and window? Or crowds of tourists casting down or tossing up sets of beads? Is it influencers drawing onlookers with the lure of lavish costumes? It it a mysterious alchemy of…
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A Natural Indifference: a #quadrille #haibun
Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by…
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Metanoia
Mardi Gras arrives again. The revelers gather to embrace the excess that precedes the abstinance. There is a time to feast and a time to fast. But there are no parades for us: no thrown beads, no expositions, no chanting crowds of tourists. Our celebration is a simple fried chicken filete dinner with broccoli rabe…
