Tag: haibun
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Interstellar Last Stand, Part I
A liberated Earth faced a desperate struggle. A faint signal from the Alpha Centauri system offered the only sliver of hope we could expect. So Guardian Command ordered me there. Little did I realize that voyage would lead me half the galaxy away, and confront me with the impossible choice: Lead my ship on a…
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Enter the Donald
Donald Duck, already quacking his senile quackery. Donald Trump has said he wouldn’t be a dictator — “except for Day 1.” Of course! Because the Duck clearly has the heart to surrender power, like Biden showed. for sale slightly used condition one Brooklyn Bridge Continuing his quackery, the Duck sputters on… “I want to close the border, and I…
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Marshalling
Standing on the hill, spinning a bullroarer. A warrior-poet calls. Who will answer? whirling wind an Autumn night deepens Already, the signals from 47 forecast the reversals of sound policy. The high anxiety of demoralized, defeated voters spikes into frustrated bursts of impotent outrage. rattle of leaves across sidewalks My own cheeks have not yet…
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An Electoral Paschal Mystery
I felt the tightness in my chest at Costco. Fresh tension contracted my shoulders as we passed through aisle after aisle. My “I voted” sticker rested on my new burgundy shirt. But so many of the shoppers I passed had none. first misgivings not even closed yet the polls We watched the elction coverage that…
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Halloween Adjacent: a #TankaProse (10/30/24)
10/30/24: fall As if it could be any other way… evening twilight after landscapers bag fallen foliage the chill of thinning veils soon to begin #TankaProse#tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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An Adirondack Autumnal
The trail meandered up and down the gentle canopy floor along the base of Haystack Mountain. We wandered through a radiance of yellow, orange and red as our path gradually ascended. Soon we would ascend one of the steepest approaches to a summit that we ever traversed. We’d halt, huffing & puffing, wondering if we’re…
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Novel Attention
The tingling sensation on my skin. The deep muscle ache in my upper arms and thighs. The creak in my back. The throb in my left forefoot. The tenitis hum in my ears. But I smell the aroma of air-fried, sweet-potato fries. I hear Mira’s humming in the kitchen. I see the twilight sky turn…
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Lovely as Trees: a #TankaProse
The towering, ancient redwood she hugs. The great Sequoia, in whose tunnel we stand. The Cypress before which he poses. The one whose species I forget, but against whose trunk I leaned as I sit upright in zazen posture, legs together in the Burmese tradition. how intertwined are all of our roots these trees and…
Frank J. Tassone 