Tag: dVerse
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#Throwdown Thursday 11/8/17…my latest is up: Meltdown – #Haibun #poetry .@ImageCurve
Meltdown I’m administering a Level I Vocational Assessment to Ana, when Julian bursts into the room, He throws something that misses Myru and hits the metal cabinet housing our class’ books and folders. He drops into a worn desk. His fists repeatedly pound the surface, before opening and clasping the back of his…
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#Tanka Tuesday 11/7/17…of Autumn leaves and Starlit Nights…
Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration windblown bracts the gaze of fall starlight on high tide what better lullaby than wind on water? For Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge: November 7th prompt: synonyms of Autumn and leaves Jane Dougherty’s a Month with Yeats: Day 7: “These lines are…
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An Oil Change: a flashback #haibun for #dVerse OLN
An Oil Change A Latino couple rests on the dark-gray leather couch opposite me. His thoroughly stained white painter’s pants and Sherman white sweatshirt somehow contrast and complement her matching light-gray sweat suit. An Orthodox couple with a toddler sits on burgundy cushion chairs nearby. A rhythmic pounding blends with Asian TV and a muffled…
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Samhain Sorrows…a #Halloween #haibun for #dVerse…
Samhain Sorrows Why do you mock us? With your costumed attire more suitable for the bordello than for posing as one of us. While we, breaching the veil between worlds, feel again the bitter cold and ravenous hunger we knew in life. And what feast do you prepare for us, now? Children crying out, “trick…
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A #Haibun on Kindness…dVerse’s Haibun Monday 10/30/17…
Soraya’s Annual I receive a call from AnaMaria. A family awaits me outside 282. I head to the office suite to meet them. Only they aren’t the family I’m expecting. I swallow, open the door and seat the three of them. Soraya’s mother holds three folded letters. The last one reads “Final Notice of Summons.”…
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#Throw-down Thursday #2: an #ErasurePoem for #dVerse Poets Pub…#haiku
Victoria over at dVerse invites us to find poetry through the erasure of lines from a larger text. I go big with this excerpt from Basho: The glory of three generations of Fujiwara vanished in the space of a dream; the remains of the Great Gate stood two miles in the distance. Hidehira’s headquarters had…
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#monoku Monday #2: Creak…a dVerse Poets Pub #Quadrille #Monday #haibun special
Creak stairs under footsteps floorboards of the worn front deck the opening front door our screams at the pale face dripping blood from red-stained fangs coming through the door The accented “good evening” before he fills my pumpkin case creak feet scampering into the night For dVerse…
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#Throwdown Thursday 10/19/17…my (second) latest on .@ImageCurve #haibun #poetry
Update: It’s not you, it’s me. To err is human, to forgive, divine, right? I published this haibun last Thursday. My next post will have the current offerings. Renewed Intimacy My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower…
