“A Cottage Garden,” by Henry Sutton Grandpa and Grandma lived at the bottom of a hill where three dirt roads converged. Their home had been Grandpa’s parents and cobbled together from a number of summer cottages that had been along Mxxx Lake and moved a mile or so around the 1940’s to its acre…
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dVerse — Poetics — Slipping into Surrealism with Erik Johansson — “Cumulus and Thunder”
“Cumulus and Thunder,” by Erik Johansson Waldo loves to play god but he’s just a sheep shearer. Who does he think he is deciding the weather, entrapping us poor little fuzzy creatures and taking our warmth so we can do his bidding. Since when did god ever need helpers? Oh, he has such a serious…
random acts of kindness
Last week when out and about doing errands, I did the drive-thru at Little Caesar’s and got their lunch special which is 4 squares of pizza and a 20-oz pop. They are always friendly at this drive-thru. Getting home, sitting in front of the computer, and opening up the box, this is what I found….
Winter Raptor (haibun)
A few days ago, I was out and about in the car. As I pulled up in the driveway of the house, a large bird winged away from one of the trees near the bird feeders and perched in another tree out back. I noticed several rusty red feathers among the bird’s wings and back…
dVerse Haibun Monday on January 2023
Over the Christmas weekend we had our first big blizzard and I was snowed in until the day after. We gathered on the twenty-seventh. The grandbaby passed out gifts and watched as each was opened. At one point, she crawled into my lap and put her head on my shoulder, a first. New Year’s Eve…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Autumn’s voice (aki no koe)
After turning off the sound machine’s waves, walking to the toilet and hearing my morning tinkle, I pad down the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. Dotty gives a soft meow as she curls around my ankles. Where the floor registers’ heat poured silently from them, the new heating system whispers warm that is felt more…
September’s Sunday Morning Rain (haibun)
September’s Sunday morning rain brings a flock of hungry robins to the complacent, slow worms. Clouds like flipping light switches turn the sun off and on. The birds are fattening up for the long flight south. It feels a bit early for their migration. They move with purpose and I swear excitement, as the lush,…
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