Tag: photo
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#SilentSunday (12/29/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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An Offering: A #Writephoto #haibun
Why do you come before me, bearing the cup I cannot bear to drink? Only two days ago, I heard the gospel of the Nativity. You gave birth to your son and laid him in a manger. The Logos, beyond all eternity, incarnate in a newborn. And now, your outstretched hand holds that cup. It’s…
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Merry Christmas (2019)!
I’m taking off the rest of today. Merry Christmas 🎄🎁 ! Happy Hanukkah 🕎 ! Happy Holidays!
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Solstice: a #TankaProse
12/21/19: Gerry Muse (#186) The sun just set behind the Ramapo Mountains. Pink hues on passing cumulus light up after the last golden haze recedes from view. The shortest day of the year transitions to evening twilight. Soon, the longest night begins. Our Christmas tree lights illuminate the enshadowed living room. Before long, the outside…
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Labor Day ‘14: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
Waiting for rain that hasn’t come. Above the passing cumulus clouds, a prop plane. The gentlest tremble of maple leaves in a breeze too light to stir the wind chime. Mira reads. Frankie, too—or he’s sneaking more TV. Inside. In the air-conditioning. While we sweat on the deck to enjoy the unofficial last day of…
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Amor In Terris: A #TankaProse
What happens when we leave our love on ice? Does it crystalize, as life-giving moisture yields to physics? Does it persevere within its paralysis? Does it wither-in-place, yet one more frozen relic of a forsaken experience? What happens when we bring the fire of our desire upon our frozen love? Can we expect a life-restoring…
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Waiting for the Solstice: a #Quadrille #Haibun
Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday: There’s a Shine to the Season! (pubtended…
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’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)
August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first tender bite. Feijoada, rice and beans, fresh salad, chicken legs and pork ribs round out the meal. Louis pours me a…
