dVerse — Haibun Monday 93 — Ashes of the Dead

In time of war and unholy pogrom, the young boy’s loving parents left him in the care of the old woman who lived on the outskirts of town and raised chickens and a few meager vegetables. Until she died, sitting up, with her feet in a basin of water. He waited and waited for her…

dVerse — Poetics — The Vatic Voice

The feeling I get when I become a transmitter for the vatic voice is the same feeling I get when listening to some music. Whether it comes out of my mouth or fingertips or comes in through my ears, it seems to infuse the area from the base of my throat to my chest cavity…