Tag: dVerse
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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…
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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!…
