Tag: dVerse
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Dragon Riding
Breathing in. The satisfaction of a fine meal. The fullness of shared meditation in a trolly-car-turnaround-station-turned-zendo. The intimacy of an early turning in. Breathing out. The slow pace of students with learning disabilities, working to complete a final project with all of the supports I designed—and time running out. A misplaced work macbook, with no leads.…
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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…
Frank J. Tassone 