Vent Session I know that you are, like I am, ripping your hair out with frustration at the saturated poisonous begging streams of political ads, emails, texts, billboards, etc. I can turn the tv ads off. I can turn my head from the billboards. The spam-catcher flips email into spam folder which can be mass-deleted…
Category: haibun
Vision Quest (haibun)
Vision Quest Vision is a gift of our genes. As we grow older and spend increasing hours staring into screens, our sight takes pummeling strain. Screen adjustments may be made in font size, background contrast, etc. to accommodate them; yet as our eyes shift from pixelated virtual realm to real world, things continue to be…
dVerse Haibun Monday — Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Why is a raven like a writing desk? A glazed-circled pill, washed down with last elixir from the magic bean pot, soon called to me, “Come out and play, little Alice!” No longer small, I managed to crawl through the shrinking doorway to robin’s egg blue, glittered with sunbeams. “WHERE ARE YOU?” I boomed with…
haiga for winter
This was first published in 2022. Earlier in the week, all of the snow had melted. It started again a couple of days ago and hasn’t stopped since. It is steady and heavy. Spring seems so far away. cold, ever visiting impossible to ignore bones creak in the wind
dVerse Haibun Monday — Winter Bones
Bones of Winter White crystal bones, strewn on the surface of the land. A million bones to sift through to reconstruct a framework of reference. Cold, inert, matters to be melted, moved, covered, walked on by all manner of living beings. Piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places. Crumbles and patterns, geometric shapes…
dVerse Haibun Monday — November Rain
Pale lines and dry, rough edges have shifted landscapes from colorful contours of a month ago. Unable to sit with daylight gaze fixed upon them, and shut out from night’s shadow view, the transition has been so incremental as to seem stealthy. Once presence of mind stills scrolling eyes, a series of sequential moments brings…
dVerse Halloween Haibun Monday
As sunlight slips away, we meander garden paths whose cooling seamstress has costumed all with carnival colors. All but the crows, whose shiny, unruffled contrast caws and echoes across barn, windmill, and alchemizes fear for the living in the dead. cold cement lively poselipstick eyebrows dance in dusk’s breathwelcoming the dark lines, textures, towercasting…
