Tag: dVerse
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Equinoxal Equilibrium
Alex taught us of the undesirability of being “double-weighted” when practicing tai chi. “Flow from one form to the next, shifting your weight from one leg to another,” she would profess. How extraordinary that our sister, Mother Earth, denies her advice twice each year. this balance of light and darkness… coyfish turn my own late…
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An Immortal’s First Education
I was just a boy—& still mortal—when I saw my mother take up the sword. A band of raiders from the cragged shores breached our walls. Two of them approached her, a savage hunger in their eyes I would learn much later. They never saw the flash of steel that severed their throats. A glance…
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Metamorphic Exemplars
The last full week in August. The swan song of summer vacation. A flock of Canadian Geese in V-formation flew southeast late last week. & while a return of summer heat sizzles the Westchester County communities along the Long Island Sound, oak and maple leaves began falling. That’s why there’s a poignancy in seeing the…
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Willowing through Wars
bowing grateful to my seat and the world bending under this world’s heartbreak bullets killing 1,000+ one October day bombs killing over 40,000 since bending beneath Russian rockets striking Ukrainian cities Ever bowing ever bending, to be even one light left in the dark Ms. Jade Li, aka Lisa, hosts Quadrille Monday #206 over at…
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I, Chicken Parmesan (Encore, 8/20/24)
I rise from a corpse of poultry. Cold steel flays the fat off of me. Yellow yoke bathes me, before immersion in flour and breadcrumbs completes me. I first face the fire in a vat of boiling oil. Every impurity scourged from me, my texture a golden brown, warm marinara sauce pours upon me. The…
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A Subway Etiquette Lesson
Everybody minds their own business in the NYC subway. Ecept for the twenty-something out-of-town bigot berating a blue-haired girl. I didn’t want to educate him. One look around the car, however, and I knew no one else would. Tired, but fed up with such mortal nonsense, I stand up & step into the personal space…
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Shifting Dreams
A dream. I’m confronted by a bully, with a jeering crowd behind him. I stand my ground. He presses. A lucid dream. Something shifts. The bully nervously backpedals. I step toward him, instantly in his face. He throws an ill-considered punch. I have him on his back in seconds. Standing over him, calmly, I say,…
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How Jarring!
So many encounters with Jar Jars of Clay how their songs still echo Jar-Jar Binks how one actor’s decision unraveled him both actor and character reviled beyond measure all the doors I left ajar on a jar of Smucker’s grape jelly a too-tight lid I’m late for De Jackson’s Quadrille #205 for dVerse. But better…
Frank J. Tassone 