Rising, skeleton grey against white winter weak bulb, appetites spring. Memory’s green sprouting raiment soon-kept promise – songs on birdwing. To blue drowns, tickles toes and sands as tired bellies flop jumbo towels. Then orange, now brown clowns skip; seasonal powders circled; muse’ fragrant palettes. top image: “Four Seasons,” by Yvonne You De Jackson (aka…
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Winter Snow Haibun
We’re in the middle of a winter weather advisory that is supposed to end tomorrow morning. The video was taken yesterday. Temp in the 20’s F, wind blowing the snow horizontally, but not much accumulation. When I woke up and looked out this morning, I was both surprised and relieved to see how much snow…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Celebrate 2021
“Snow Effect, The Street in Argentuil,” (1875) by Claude Monet Since becoming single again in 2017, retiring from my fast-paced government job in 2018, and the onslaught of the pandemic starting in 2019, the holidays and their hoopla have been shifting into a steadily lowering gear. Where before there were multiple family and social gatherings,…
dVerse — MTB — Kwansaba Praise Poem
left to right: grandma at age 72; grandma holding my younger son; grandma holding me as a baby; grandma and grandpa one Christmas. To Grandma Her name means little free man. A little woman, she was not free, in tether to home, ills, and pills; yet clan flocked to her oasis for coffee, cards, laughs;…
dVerse — Poetics — One hundred and six
Kenopsia: the atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet. One hundred and six. Campsites, that is;with a sugar hump of dunes betweenthem and a freshwater sea.March first begins claiming dibsas fingers square-dance to ticking timersfaster than ticket nabbing to see Pearl Jam.The first weekend in June…
dVerse – Quadrille Monday #142 – Falling
Falling Tinsel flutters among sun baublesslicing wounds upon the dead, yetlost in his head he wanders, blind. Son’s bittersweet meanderingslikewise cling to bright marblesin half-sunk goo of clotted blood. Trapped in the present’s purgatorya son leaves; a man dies alone. I watched the 2020 film, “Falling,” which is written, directed, produced and starring Viggo…
dVerse — OLN #305 Live! and earthweal OLW #96 — Dispelled
Padding along cushioned unfamiliarwhere fungi creeps unmolested alongfallen limbs from long-distant lake gusts My blue gps dot with flashlight incrementsthe pixel-dashed trail scalloping theinland lake to the marked ruin of tribes and boys. Carved cold granite icon topatriarchal rights of domains and souls.Resting on the crumbling concrete baseof a dining hall that fed the damned…
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