Tag: dVerse
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Olympic Glory
This haibun is not a political haibun. It is not a commentary on Paris Olympic Opening ceremony. It does not opine about the vitriole of those claiming offense before understanding the entire context of that Olympic Performance (TM). It does not comment on the irony of all the uttered outrage over what turns out to…
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A horseride
his nostril snort louder than any I make with my mouth A flick of an ear, then a tail how the flies scatter & oh, how he drops his head to nibble a weed Only a little skittish with riders how his flanks feel my pressed legs, and he knows me & understands that I…
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A Culinary Misfire?
Perhaps the crabcakes were not the wisest decision not so much them as the ridiculously hot hollandaise Had I ever heard of such a thing before hawaii? with each dip of each crabcake bite a new spicy explosion this “welcome to Maui” first meal Merril hosts Quadrille #203 at dVerse. The pub is still open!…
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Incarnating Inspiration
As if there could be any other way. As though muscles on metacarpals, under the muse’s sway, could do anything else… poeming this endlessly stretching blank page tonight, this white space just no rhymes, no words That moment when poet and poem bleed into each other. Who knows where one ends, the other begins? find…
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’92 Eurailing
Spring Vacation, 1992. I travel across Northern Europe via Eurorail pass. After an engaging stay in Amsterdam, into which I flew out of Heathrow, I hop the first train down to Brugge. The marble square, the multiple steps up its picturesque tower, the bike ride through the countryside with two aquaintences I met at our…
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Solsticing
From a certain point of view: days lengthen, and temperatures rise. Yang rises over Yin. He roars in pleasure at the climax of their ecstasy. Fecund fields soon fill with bounty, and verdancy abounds. Yin, so small beneath him, utters a sigh of simple delight, her shortest night soon over. From a certain point of…
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“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
Sandpaper sensations ripple under and across my skin, along my triceps and thighs. The dull ache radiating out of the elbows, knees, metacarcals and the toes doesn’t stop. Even the departure of the day’s rain has not helped. Ride the Dragon. My throat catches as I imagine her. My shoulders and neck tense up. I…
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Such Transience
The Cherry Blossoms that so delighted us rained down on the grass below. As more green foliage grew in, more blossoms fell to join the fallen. Only two weeks after peak bloom, not a blossom remains. Almost 28 years ago, A 23-year-old me stepped into his first classroom as a teaching assistant in a suburban…
Frank J. Tassone 