Tag: dVerse
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My Daily #Haiku #3
courtesy of Fay Collins Thanksgiving Day– A murder of crows Takes flight My second haiku for EarthRise Haiku Collaborative 2018 from my haibun “Conflicted Expectations”, Contemporary Haibun Online, October 2013; V. 8, N. 3 for dVerse Poets’ Tuesday Poetics–Fay Colins. Sarah’s inaugural pubtend! Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform–April Style #GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018 17/30…
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A Chijitsu Manhunt
Photo by Roman Pavluv on Unsplash The sun slips beneath the Ramapo Mountains. The long red of a sailor’s delight sky spreads out like opening hands. A long spring day lingers on into a delightful twilight. This is when the neigborhood kids begin their game of manhunt. Frankie joins Zach, Alli and James on Alli’s driveway.…
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A Haikai Ars Poetica
The tai chi windchime’s melody plays without ceasing. Spindly, naked branches atop towering locus trees sway. Grasshoppers chirp in a choral counterpoint to the bass drone of the Friday evening rush-hour. Shrivelled, potted daffidils bathe in the late afternoon sun. A hawk soars in a tight circle high above the tallest Locus. The warmest…
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My New York: A City Love Affair
I could write about the first time I saw New York City. How the skyline of Manhattan drew the wows only a child utters at their sight. How the Circle line showed me the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Tower, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center–all in their lit glory. I…
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Waiting on a Butterfly’s Wings
Waiting for a Butterfly’s wings to return Spring. For if their beats can call forth Tsunami’s, surely they can put a zip in the warm season’s step? Beat on, petite monarch, beat on a sparrow’s last chirp forecasted snow flurries a week into spring for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #54:…
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A Natural History of My Holy Places
Photo by Matt Cannon on Unsplash The enclosed portch of our basement apartment in a three-family house. A tricycle turned upside-down. The hum of its spinning wheels, opening me… shimmering sunlight across a rippling lake The wooded path opens to a green hill with memorial stones. A paved road passes a waterfall, its roar reminding…
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Coffee-making Mayhem…#npm2018 #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #senryu #haibun
“Did you pour water?” As gasping sounds emerge from the coffee maker… “Why wouldn’t I?” a quick check of the machine anyway… Reveals a coffee-maker filled with coffee. But not water. “Fool of a man! Less poetry, more coffee-making!” As a hastily-added caraf of water pours into a thirsty machine!…
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Triduum: a #Tanaga-prose #haibun
courtesy of the National Catholic Register Holy Thursday. My intention to attend mass collides with our exhaustion. Mira and I both have not slept well the past two nights–she worse off than me. A simple marinara penne with tilapia and shrimp, a bountiful glass of burgundy or three, and our inevitable crash on the…
