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dVerse Quadrille #48.1
A Quantum Bounce It’s a form of freedom, I suppose, drawing your hair up into an elastic band, and then with the air teasing curls, off you bounce. She ran, feet light, legs long, a flouncing quantum bounce. I remember, when I used to run like that. For dVerse: Quadrille (44 words sans…
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dVerse Quadrille #48
On the Cobbles My sights are set on steep roads, sun-baked and wheel- worn cobbled ways. I am aimless through high forests of mist, undercover of desert- spawning sky, broad and wandered by reluctant heroes. I’ve no fear chasing the unknown; eventually, I will always bounce back. dVerse Quadrille #48 “bounce” (44 words).…
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Haibun 8.1.18
I looked it in the eye, that moon. It’s the colour of steaming milk, perfectly dropped in a dark joyful void — perfect for blind sleep — for someone who can. But not for me, I’m fixed on this constellation view, watching a winter moon swallow the sky. Night’s freckles shining Mistook those bright stars…
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Twiglet #55
His Own Parody A new pencil can’t rewrite his narrative. His swagger. Stagger. Maniacal grin. He’s a skilled ghost with sticky fingers and muddy waters. Nevertheless, Happy birthday, Keith. Twiglet #55 “New Pencils” Keith Richards is 66-years old today.
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dVerse Haibun: 13.12.17
My man with white hair and eyes like sky, he whistles with robins and hums with bees, my cheerful man with grandchildren on his knee, arms reaching up for him, he’s easy, his breezy smile, and he’s my happy surprise, that man with white hair. My castle wall His round tower heart Pardon the day…
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Twiglet #54
Brass-Knuckle Rain Not that I understand such things as water. Water, like a spill on petals, a rip and razored rain. It’s a dark ask of the sun. for Twiglet #54 “Water Water”
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Wordle #329
A Hint of Siberia Without Producing a Passport Sub-zero wind is a hard nudge An assault A deep breath feels like your last It dropped into minuses overnight Blizzardy snow and icicles hanging hard as Sheffield Loose teeth aiming to fall And there goes the wind again Against the house a bashing steel bar at…
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dVerse Quadrille #46
A Too Brief Moment Did you listen to morning dew glisten, alas did you hear my footfall, shoeless, crunching grass. Ask yourself when you last heard silence. Last night we stood in Leicester Square, where fairy-lights dazzled the air, and I caught your still shadow next to mine. dVerse Quadrille #46 “crunch” and…
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Wordle #328
Together They were a Shipwreck He existed in a California Dreaming, as if betrayal and loss were minor abrasions, and Monday’s intelligence was a profound art. He thanked poetry and disasters for his inspiration. And she was shifting sunlight. Laughter never-settling. A thirsty sound of simple phrases that filled the air. Like party songs or…
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