Tag: dVerse
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A Lycanthrope’s Confession: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (1/22/19)
Ask your question. Go on. Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a long-restrained geyser. Are you certain you want the answer? Perhaps you can…
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Hematologist Follow-up
Another doctor’s office. The same sterile scent and antiseptic odor in the exam room. Light-wood paneling, natural setting, photos on the wall, white Formica countertops. All to find out if my medication has begun to kill me. smiling nurse –the back of her neckshows a tattoo first published in Image Curve, January 10, 2019 Photo…
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Grecian Grace
We saw it at a tourist trap in Mykonos during our honeymoon. The vivid sunburst hue in the sky and sea caught our eye. The iconic way the painting captured the quintessential, Greek seaside town won us over. We could almost feel the breeze blowing the arms of the windmill. It has hung in our…
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Holiday Epilogue (Redux): an .@ImageCurve #haibun
Oil cracks on the frying pan in the kitchen. Dice in a boggle bubble rattle. I just can’t stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio Frankie got for Christmas. Aroma of frying breadcrumbs permeates the living room. Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me. It’s that time. January night— Preparing the last rich meal Of the…
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Hypothetical Enigmas
A single leaf flutters across the neighbor’s yard. I see it through the reflection in the mirror facing me–the one that reveals the view through the bay window of my office. The breeze that set that leaf fluttering ceases. All is calm, but not bright as the dimming light yields to the growing afternoon shadows…
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Passing (Redux)
My father died of Pancreatic cancer on December 14, 2011. I first published this haibun in Image Curve, on December 18, 2014. The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking a rest from…
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Covert Essentials: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (12/4/18)
Wind-tossed hair. Light rippling across turf-pounding crests. The roar of sea slapping land. The whirl of wind peeling around a bluff jutting into a foamy sea. The intimacy of losing every sense of separation from creation, amidst the battering elements that intoxicate every sense. The stillness inherent in the movement of wind and water.…
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Cheering Down the Darkness: a #Quadrille #haibun
So little to celebrate. Raging wildfires. Persecuted refugees. Genocidal shootings. A hate-frothing darkness threatens to swallow all. For what can we cheer? That light shines in the darkness. That Love drives out hate. That we can. Holy Days another lit candle piercing the gloom for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #70: Poems…
