Tag: photo
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A Traveler’s Wisdom: a #quatrain #haibun
twilight above the horizon strawberry moon I come bearing counsel. Will you hear it? Aye, I’m a traveler, a stranger to you, and a woman, besides. No matter. You can have confidence in what I will tell you. Will you listen? aflight across the leagues, I see happenings near and far to guide your steps…
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First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets
The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…
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#SilentSunday 6/16/19
A rest from #haiku (Dad and Frankie, July 2008) A very Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. See you all tomorrow!
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Mortal Intimations: a #Gerrymuse #TankaProse
“What do we say to the God of Death?” “Not today.” –from “Game of Thrones” (The Battle of Winterfell, S8, E3) A strangled in-breath at an unwelcomed, forbidden touch by a friend, underneath the bed. A numb paralysis in the presence of a beaten mother and a raging father, in the kitchen at three in…
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Path Appeal: a #writephoto #TankaProse
Oh, the lure of snowcapped mountains. Only verdant meadows and sloping foothills to cross before the ascent. As though the journey itself were not home. But what would be the appeal of a journey without a destination? a step along the way moving deer all these paths lead home for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto: choices
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 8: August 1, 2014 (a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve)
Swollen masses of cumulus clouds swallow the sky above Mansfield. They spread like a glacier-paced avalanche. Behind them, patches of blue remain. Beyond that, the midday sun shines. We’ve already swum our laps and rested in two hot-tubs at Courtside. Now, we lounge in the shade, indulging in pineapple and literature, nearly indifferent to the…
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Crossing the Bridge: a #TankaProse
Dawn and the threshold awaits that crossing all the preparation and still the fear The bridge awaits. The River, so placid today, indifferently reflects the rising arc of the joined stones. I shudder before the threshold. The bystanders at my back stand their ground. This is my journey, to commence with my first step upon…
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Old World Market: a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve (5/18/17)
An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a salad bar, pastier and fresh-cut meats. $18.99 for veal rib and ground lamb are among the offerings. Arriving at the cheeses, we…
