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Another Insomnial Evening: my latest @ImageCurve #haibun
We lie down at 11:00 in the evening. My feet, legs, elbows feel twisted and itchy. And the sheet feels like a burial shroud. A flood of thoughts and images arise, a torrent from nowhere. Meanwhile, the darkness presses in. But sleep doesn’t come with it. Not until after five, as the rising light of…
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Contrasting Positions: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat, like an invisible hand choking me, tightens. By the time I reach the door, I have breathed so many short breaths…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 16: August 9, 2014 (My Latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun)
I awake at five. Toss and turn until seven. Then give up and center on the deck for the last time at Smuggs this season. Birdsongs, so different and yet similar, to home; the hum of AC units: they fill the air. The sky brightens, though it’s still quite cool. We’ll soon depart. I feel…
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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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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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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 13, August 6, 2014 (My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
Madonna rises ahead. The ski lift passes out of sight. Mira and I walked hear all the way from Mountain Laurel 15 via the Meadowlark. Now I wonder what we were thinking. gravel on grass Summit enshrouded in gray clouds A maintenance worker sporting a wheel tattoo on his left forearm recommends a pathway. We…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 12: August 5, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the Reservoir. Turning back and ascending the steep hill, we reach Morse Mountain Lodge. There, our way continues up Wire Road, named…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part II (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)
We pass quickly through the Artisan Shop. The woman late middle aged that sold us our tickets (and still wears her hair long) shows us the hand-crafted plates, cups, etc. Frankie declares himself out of the market. She offers him chocolate for $.05. snake-printed plates holding an owl-print pillow The Pleissing gallery features a re-creation…
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