Tag: photo
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Another “Not Yet” (9/11/14): my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
Two middle-aged women arrive from RPRC. After a brief conversation at our kitchen table, which they record, they take EMF readings throughout the house. After they finish, they say that they can’t get the specific readings that they look for, because the electrical wiring and system emits too much unshielded energy. The solution to the…
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One Week Down: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
It’s the end of the first full week, and I rest in the chaise. Mira lies next to me, her sunglasses giving her that Jackie Kennedy Onassis impression. Maple leaves in the canopy above us rustle in a late afternoon breeze. Grasshoppers continue singing. Oh, how blue the sky! I savor the last flavor of…
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#SilentSunday (2/16/20)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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PSA: Upcoming weekend schedule
Frank and I travel to Boston this weekend. His troop intends to walk another of the myriad historical trails up there. We’re cabin-camping two nights, so my blogging will be limited Expect to see “My Daily Haiku” and “Haikai Challenge” tomorrow (2/15/20) and “My Daily Haiku” and “#SilentSunday” the next day (2/16/20). Blogging may proceed…
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Two Nighttime Tastes: My latest @ImageCurve #haibun
I savor the flavor of the first bite of freshly grilled chicken. And yet, somehow, I simultaneously taste the plain slice of pizza that I ate over two hours ago. Autumn Nightmoistening my templeone drop of sweat Photo by Ivana Cajina first published in Image Curve, February 13, 2020
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#SilentSunday (2/9/20)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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These mortal choices: a #Writephoto #TankaProse
A fresh bank of cumulus clouds floats across the sky. The bare maple branches atop the trees in the front yard gently sway in the light breeze. The near-midafternoon sun casts their pale shadows across neighbors’ houses like so much shadow theater. Except for the cold, it’s a day to visit their grave. Spring with…
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Spring Emergent?
Who can believe it? The third day in February, and I wear a spring jacket to work over a hoodie. And on the way home, I leave the jacket in the trunk . A dusting of snow fell yesterday morning. It was gone before noon. I heard a bird sing for the first time since…
