Tag: dVerse
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That Full Moon after Harvest
hunter’s moon a catlike silhouette slips into darkness automatic floodlight bathes the patio pavers Following the path lit by this luminous hue hunter’s moon How I wish I would embrace the wild savoring a moment on the deck Autumn night a mere handful of seen stars oh, but…
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An Encore (10/23/18) of Triune Journeys: a #writephoto #haibun
Do you dare the journey?
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A Pre-Appointment Meditation
early for an appointment Starbucks stop what an irony if I end up late overcast Caramel Macchiato for the chill conversations with friends I used to have so often afternoon aches all the energy I used to have miles to go Before I sleep for dVerse…
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First Contact: A #TBT (10/18/18) #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Lynn’s “a” looks like mine. I hesitate for a second, pray, then open the envelop. Inside lies a folded card with artwork from the Met. Her handwritten message—written right-side to left—begins by thanking me for my “kindness.” Next, she comments on my “enlightened parents” and the importance of “good nurturing.” Then she asks about my…
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Arachne’s Song: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/16/18)
Call me Arachne. What? Do you not like what you see? Am I so unsightly, that you stand repulsed? It is as it should be, then, for those that contend with the Gods. Whether they win or not. I knew my weaving supreme on earth and in heaven. When Athene herself could not…
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An Owlic Meditation on My Name: a #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) #TankaProse (10/10/18)
sunset last squeak of a mouse snatched by an owl Yes, my name means freedom, and truthful. Truly, a name fit for the gospel, for does not Jesus say, “Know the truth, and the truth will set you free…”? But Frank is not my only name. I once had another. And…
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The definition of Yuk: a #renga #quadrille
horseback perils manure in the making in line of sight the downside of riding in line and trailside snacking on the way step by step the definition of yuk on the soiled ground the wretched stink that stays long after the last ride ends for dVerse Quadrille #66…
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A comforting scent: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse #2 (10/2/18)
The aroma of a campfire. The smell of burning oak or pine. There’s so much comfort in that scent. Every story I’ve told or listen to rises like smoke from the embers of neglected memory when I smell a campfire. Stories like the one at a boy scout campout, in which our senior…
Frank J. Tassone 