Tag: photo
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Enshadowed Illumination: A #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
You weren’t supposed to know. Our adoptive parents received a business letter with a mistake, one that costs lawyers their livelihoods: my name “Jamie.” We shared one life from that moment: you, ever in the clear light of day; I, always in the shadows. Your life was my could-have-been. You, with your second-birth-certificate name, usurped…
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#SilentSunday (8/18/19)
a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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The Journey: a #writephoto #haibun
“Will I live to see my journey’s end?” –Metal Church, “Badlands” I have ascended the grassy knolls of gentle country hills. I have scambled up the rocks and slopes of jagged mountains. I have meandered wooded paths across roaring brooks and dried-out creekbeds. I have endured the blistering sun and the bone-chilling rain. I have…
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The Sorrow before Surrender: a #TankaProse
8/16/19: making peace from war The thunderous echoes of weapons of war. The sirens, the shattered apartments and hospitals. The survivors, buried with the dead, under rubble. The legions of dead and injured among the combatants. The even greater casualties among the civilians. Is it exhaustion that unclenches the fists of those in war? The…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 15: August 8, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
The trail is a mix of gravel and dirt. Pine seedlings, high grass and ferns flank it on both sides. Morse mountain starts more evenly than Madonna. Until we come to the first rise. Then the trail just keeps on ascending. mist on Madonna breathing hard around another bend Mira recognizes the summit. Top of…
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#SilentSunday (8/11/19)
As if you hadn’t already guessed 😉 … a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 14, August 7, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
Gray cloudsclinging under the deck raila string of raindropswhat better morningfor intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank, at nine. Soon, listening to crow caws, sparrow and blue jay songs, the rustle of leaves in the wind, clanking pots, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”…
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Obscure perils: a #haibun
A safehouse of sorts, although why I need one remains unclear. Nor why I need help I don’t get to play some video game. Then more instructions: “You’ve got to do this…” and “Don’t do that…” It’s like I’m being prepped for some mission. Only the parameters aren’t clear. I have the sensation that some…
