Tag: dVerse
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Hatsu Hana Nostalgia
I remember the first Cherry blossoms at Branch Brook Park, between Newark and Bellville, NJ. The lines of trees along the walking paths and roads, teeming with cascades of white and pink. Grove upon grove of lush blossoms, an effervescence to intoxicate poets. Will that be my lost Rebecca? Or do I dare hope in…
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A Curious Rain
All it takes is a glimpse. A rain of English gentlemen, and I hear the Dr. Who theme que up. Is it the titular character himself, in yet another incarnation, infinitely mutiplied by some TARDIS-esque machination? It is a novel invasion by another of the Doctor’s legion of enemies? Or is it simply the banality…
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An Embracing Art
Trust, even when twilight wanes, for daylight waxes soon enough. crying out during meditation another breath Lillian hosts Open Link Night over at dverse! The Pub is open! Come join us!
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An Unwise Disturbance
They should’ve let me sleep. They could have. A short slumber is all I asked. A brief respite of time in which to pretend I was human. But no. They awakened me. So now, they pay! whirling limbs the folly of dances with dragons Punam tends Quadrille #196 over at dVerse Poets Pub. There, we…
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Seasonal Incongruity
There’s scarcely any snow left on the ground. Spring-like sun, with a few showers thrown in for good measure, melted away the one-time wonderland brought by two mid-february snowstorms. Not exactly the kind of scene that evokes a Snow Moon. Yet there it is! Small, rising in the morning, and soon to be swallowed by…
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This Tactility
Your touch on my face. This tremble down my spine. My caress of your own. That quiver beneath my fingertips. Is this how we know we’re alive? evening twilight how many more days do we still have? How many more times will we touch? De Jackson pubtends Quadrille #195 over at dVerse tonight, where we…
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Dragon Dance
I see it all. SSAs, sprawled on the floor, barely breathing. Daniel—a juijitsu master—on one knee, bleeding. Glenda and Cindi, beside the downed SSAs, looking up, terrified. Three intruders, smirking, with bloodstained fists. One clenches Kay’s hair to her skull. His eyes meet mine. His smirk becomes a grin. He steps toward me, dragging her…
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A Gentling Art
The imagination runs wild! Cascades of caramel candy-corn torrent toward the corral. The whisperer remains seated, back straight, eyes unfocused. Imagination ninnies. Dragons scorch the house. Aliens land. Mushroom clouds burst! The whisperer remains still. Sighing, a chastened Imagination settles. returning ashore sea breeze Lillian invites us to express our imagination over at dVerse Poets’…
Frank J. Tassone 