Tag: dVerse
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First Memory of Mom: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
I don’t know my first memory of Mom. I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center? Was it the fleeting images of her cooking in our 52 Holland Avenue basement apartment? I can’t remember. Or won’t. her…
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September Morning: A #Haibun for #LaborDay
Labor Day. A rare chance this summer to sleep in, since Frank had only an optional practice. Still, morning comes, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee stirs me from sleep. Eigh hours is enough, even after a night of incessant dreams. The sweltering heat belies the change to Autumn that will come.…
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Going Somewhere? A #sonnet #haibun
The woosh of passing wind as I move on, the bam!bam!bam! of hammers fall away. These wheels that crunch on gravel just beyond, a highway exit ramp to the blue way, where life slows down with every town I pass; and burdens born from crow-caws to day’s rind yeild to a precious peace I…
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Human Foibles: A #TankaTuesday (8/28/18) #tankaprose #2
Bad news kicks his shoes off on a supersonic flight. He sips champagne in business class and laughs his ass off. “They still don’t get it,” he mutters aloud to no one, “Practice makes progress, but the wankers won’t even raise their arses to fart!” Meanwhile, the smoke spews more carbon into the…
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“…for Sister Earth, our Mother…” : a #TankaTuesday (8/28/18) #quadrille #writephoto #tankaprose
She clasps the afternoon sunlight in her raised arms. Then asks, “If you will not care for the earth, who will?” One deep breath: the journey begins. Dryad dream a shift in mind to resist the exploitation see the desolation and say, “no more!” for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #63 – Feel…
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A Cowardly Lion’s Soliloquy
The world is a beautiful place…when you have courage. When you don’t…not so much. I would know. I balled like a baby when Dorothy smacked me right in the kisser. Imagine! A King of the Jungle sopping the ground with his own sobs. Those were days when I saw no beauty anywhere. I…
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Gemini Portraits: a solo #renga
gathered clouds a poem as lovely as a summer storm Why we won’t commune across our abyss Across our abyss why we won’t commune a summer storm a poem as lovely as clouds gathered for dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar — Reverse Poetry (pubtended by Frank Hubeny) a second…
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The Vintage Box Experience
Photo by Kyle Loftus on Unsplash They say, “Think outside the box.” They haven’t had a truly good wine from a box. Yes, it lacks bourgie bragging rights. But find a better bargain: a volume of good red for a great price. another glass she wonders why we need another for…
