Tag: photo
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A Spectral Remnant: A #writephoto #haibun
The mists part to reveal the ruin again. Roofless; empty arches once filled with stainglass; choked by the encroaching trees and consumed by the downy grasses of the Moors. What transpired here? Did banished queens live out their exiles here? Did matrons seek shelter from loveless marriages gone horribly wrong? Or was…
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#SilentSunday (9/16/18)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Quick Paradigm Shifts
Quickly, quickly, ever so quickly! Speeds up to 60 MPH. An entire jump in 20 seconds. I, still and rooted atop the Ski Jump, have a new, profound respect for them! But I will not follow them, thank you! echoes of miracles Lake Placid for dVerse Poets Pub– Quadrille #64 — Quick! Write Something (pubtended…
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First Memory of Mom: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
I don’t know my first memory of Mom. I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center? Was it the fleeting images of her cooking in our 52 Holland Avenue basement apartment? I can’t remember. Or won’t. her…
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A Moment of Charity: A #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) 9/5/18 #TankaProse
Photo by Nathaniel Tetteh on Unsplash skyscraper sunset the outstretched reaching hands left empty Why despise charity when it’s the greatest remaining? I walked out of the grocers and into the dark. An indigent woman that mumbled incomprehensibly sat just within light of the store. Overcome by an inexplicable urge, I gave the woman a…
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September Morning: A #Haibun for #LaborDay
Labor Day. A rare chance this summer to sleep in, since Frank had only an optional practice. Still, morning comes, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee stirs me from sleep. Eigh hours is enough, even after a night of incessant dreams. The sweltering heat belies the change to Autumn that will come.…
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#SilentSunday (9/2/18)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow
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Amid the Clutter: A #FreestyleFriday (8/31/2018) .@ImageCurve #haibun
Thick reams of paper everywhere. The folders on my desk organizer bulge out with them. I can’t see the top of my desk. Jaime has no room for her piles. Even our circular conference table, tucked in the corner of the narrow office, has manila folders, crumpled worksheets, parental rights documents spread all over.…