Arise! (for Kamala) I’m not real hyped-up on the 2024 Olympics. Too many other things on my mind. Like America floundering with the shadow of fascism. Like innocent women calling 911 and being shot in the face by psycho cops. Like genocide taking place overseas with our financial blessings. Like Russia waiting, rabid vultures. I…
Category: haibun
dVerse — Q203 — music for today
Freshwater crabs? Who knew? Thirteen-hundred known species sidle tropic and sub-tropic habitats. Unlike marine crabs, their larval stage passes inside of the egg. They hatch as juveniles, under maternal care. Endemic means risk for them. clicking castanets, pooled among nymph and minnow, oblivious, play Pom Pom Crab image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Summer Solstice Child and TT’s 24 SSPC 39 (1st week) The Summer Solstice (June 21 – July 6) Geshi
Summer Solstice Child My birthday is very near Summer Solstice. Back then, women spent days hospital-bound, which was thought to aid in recovery from the birthing experience. I imagine my mother’s face as she stepped out into warm sunshine’s balm from cool, pale, sterile halls holding a swaddled me. new lives beginning for we are…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — eternal landscapes
Eternal Landscapes I remember everything in my grandparents’ yard, from towering hundred years’ oak to a field of lily-of-the-valley. Oriental poppy and fuschia-hued peonies reached for the sun along the property line rough brick fence. Rose of Sharon to the left side of many-windowed front room. Behind them, in the shade of pines, a stump…
24 SSPC 28 (1st week) — Clear and Bright (April 4 – 18) Seimei
dawn rescue spring dawn pours prickly pear rescue first coffee rubber boots skittering and wet, I move her to the carport Prickly pear cactus is native to Michigan. I bought this one 2-3 years ago. The first winter she was planted on the north side of the house, under an overhang to not get too…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — 2fer
Night Light Earlier last week, after seeing the moon peeking in through the blinds in my bedroom, I wrote a poem about it to Bjorn’s prompt. Later last week, dusk was falling as I returned home from running errands. I saw her there, rising through trees across the street. captive, we point at her still…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — breathe
In the middle of the night, when my mind thinks it’s dawn, I count my breaths, tongue to the roof of my mouth. Once in the rhythm, I rub a spot just below my navel until it is warm. The cage opened, a tingling host of healers is released to roll their circuit, nibbling away…
