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dVerse Gardens
And So It Seems The leaves are still falling, caught inside a whip of wind, and I can’t recall such stillness, the quietness of a churchyard. And the sky’s so blue, the ground in shades of yawning amber and maple scarlet — which seems unmatched in this light and shade, all those leaves floating slow…
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dVerse Haibun #25
To a Moon Trellis Did you see the moon race across the sky? Like a witch rising from the roots of stars, and the breeze through November leaves, teasing those percussioned bones. That moon, dressed in night, black and white, and hung oblong in a twine of pallored skin. On strings, it seemed, played by puppet…
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Poetic Blooming Does Spooky
The Piano Man His fingers hammered those keys. It was a noise like thin bones rattling, that sound of ivory tunes. It’s how bitter sorrow might sound, and his flour-white skin stretched drum-tight on his hand, a doff and coughing rhythm as his fingers tapped his signature songs. He died in a dance-hall, had a…
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Sunday Whirl #272
That Morning in Norcia After the shaking and the rubble, the air fell still. It was hell. Hands busy, panicked, curled around stones and bricks. Every passing minute echoing disaster, and every breath a silvery dust. A man tripped, dropped to his knees — from exhaustion or maybe sorrow, maybe there’s no difference anymore. Is…
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dVerse Quadrille #19
Those In-Between Times During that lost in-between time, when my pen drew dust, and my thoughts scattered, and my inner voice wrote every conversation — During that no-nothing time, I didn’t know myself, cared little for myself; broken hearts have no spark. And I became my worst enemy. for dVerse: Quadrille #19. Forty-four…
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Wordle #271
Daybreak Bounce We break with morning, carry our dreams into mist’s wake. A way… Away into this spent night, and its thousand stars that give birth to sky and plant hope on sunrise. Sunday Whirl’s Wordle #271. Not all words used.
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We Brought Down the House
image by “They All Slept Here” by Ilenia Pezzaniti. Poem written for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge for September 2016, and dVerse Open Night
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Homonyms for dVerse
New Sums His wry smile. He knew what he’d make from wheat and rye. Bread and brandy, and some whiskey and rye. for dVerse: Homonyms
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dVerse Haibun #23
Gorillas on the High Street This is what happens when gorilla shops move in. Pirañas on the High Street, eating up the small shops. Devourers of familiarity. Over there is the store where I bought that white blouse, bright as sunlight. It’s a rusted sign and soaped windows now. Can’t see in; can’t see out.…
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