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Excuse Me, Sir--Do You Have the Time? dVerse Poetics

Excuse me, Sir–do you have the time?

It’s time to watch the bees that ravish stems of lavender,
to listen to the cluck of quail, the song of wrens. 159 more words


One--dVerse Poetics

I am
majestic oak’s cool shade,
the sweltering heat in summer’s glade.

I am
the homeless man you passed,
the rich one who gave of his last. 106 more words


Around the World in 70 Years

Around the World in 70 Years
A Life’s Travelogue in Haibun

Life has taken me on quite a journey.

Growing up in California in the 40’s and 50’s, when the Los Angeles area still had rural areas, was idyllic—though, no doubt, my therapist years ago nailed it when he told me it was all part of the family myth. 647 more words


Once the seed is planted

Posted for D’Verse for June 4  “Seeding

there is much to do in the waiting,

and nothing more we can do

beyond the act of waiting. 92 more words

People, Places, And Things

The Seed--dVerse Poetics

Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies it bears much fruit.
John 12, 24… 440 more words