Tag: dVerse
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Water Psalm
Flow is my nature. I am uncontained. I am contained by legions. But my essence is gift, and from my self-donation life follows. Can you endure long without my self-gifting? Three days? Five? The Bedouins understand how precious I am. They value me beyond gold, and for good reason. True, my giving can come in…
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Unexpected Transitions
Who could sketch this? The light of a waning gibbous through an upper-windowpane. The illumination of a decorated, artificial Christmas tree. The chilly draft in the sun room from the windows within three walls. Seriously, who could? the difference a year makes cold night Mish hosts Quadrille #190 over at dVerse, where we write using…
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This Thanksgiving, 2023
Filet mignon. Barbequed ribs. Chicken legs. A paella or mariscara. Multiple starches, of course. And Turkey. Can’t do this Holiday without that big bird, right? Most important of all: family. Both those gathered ’round the table, celebrating seperately, or beyond the veil. flowing in abundance gratitude A thanksgiving haibun for dVerse Poets’ OLN (pubtended by…
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To My Unlived Birth Identity
“Hello Darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk to you again…” Paul Simon Dear Jamie, for how else shall I address you? You, who’ve lived enshadowed in me A name, sealed away by state authority and memory Only a legal error informs me of you How has it been this life lived through dream…
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A Novel Thanksgiving
This year of change continues. Having sold our home of nineteen years, we announced to the family that we’re not celebrating Thanksgiving this year. While our 1500 square-foot apartment is spacious enough, it’s not structurally accomodating for hosting the thirty or so we expect for the holiday. Our niece, who lives ten minutes drive across…
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“It’s beginning to look…”
The Hacienda calls for a different variety. Can’t haul a Frasier up the steps without a cascade of needles for the Landlord to complain about. & the sauna-adjacent heat would dry such a tree out before Christmas. Clearly, an artificial is in order. Mira always wanted one that looked frosted. When she found it, she…
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Incendiary Transcendence
Avocado How that hard, green vegetable forms the mushy medium of a dip so iconic. mashed up to its consistency in the first month with sleet a dour chill running through this November air Jalapeño Such a fierce and fiery red pepper to “kick it up a notch…” Diced up and poured out like a…
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La Notte Scorsa
I dance with the blushing bride at the corner of the backyard. The Sturgeon Moon shines through the gap between old pines and gnarly maples. It’s our last night at our old house. The movers come tomorrow. savoring the luminescence our shadows It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and pubtender De Jacksons serves up Moon!…
Frank J. Tassone 