Haibun for then and tomorrow

For the dverse prompt. https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/22/haibun-monday-5-22-23-memory/ The latest glitch with WP is that I can’t insert links. I also have to reset the font and the font size each post or it’s microscopic Times New Roman. Maybe it’s time to find a new hobby. Haibun I remember so much that never was, childish reconstructions of stories […]

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Smorgasbord Book Promotions -Book Review – #Memoir #History – .You Can Take The Girl From The Prairie: Stories about growing up on the Canadian prairies by Darlene Foster

-Book Review – #Memoir #History – .You Can Take The Girl From The Prairie: Stories about growing up on the Canadian prairies by Darlene Foster Posted on May 20, 2023   Delighted to share my review for the latest release by Darlene Foster…a memoir….You Can Take The Girl From The Prairie: Stories about growing up […]

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Smorgasbord Posts from my Archives – Previous Reviews from 2022 – #Biography #WWI, Queen Victoria, #Adventures, Lucky Jack by S. Bavey

Smorgasbord Posts from my Archives – Previous Reviews from 2022 – #Biography #WWI, Queen Victoria, #Adventures, Lucky Jack by S. Bavey During this series I will be sharing my reviews for books I posted during 2022  Good books deserve to be showcased on a regular basis and I hope that it might entice you to either […]

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Haibun: green water

I have never seen the canal in sunlight, never seen its water clear. Plane trees meet high overhead, holding up the unseen sky. Some see a green cathedral and hear angels singing. I see tree gods and hear a symphony of birdstruments, wild flutes, clarinets and oboes. There is no sun here, but an even, […]

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Spring is

Spring is Spring is a bold thing, bramble-hooked,barging into quiet corners,sky-shooting, flouncing fronds. Spring is noisy as whizzbangs,scudding bees in the mimosa,woodpecker tattoos. Spring is joyously juvenile, striped,flecked and dappled with sun,pied and purple, a riot of life, running in rivers of greenand flower-gaudy, flying with damselsin the bowed arc of the rain. Spring is […]

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Making wild plans

She imagined the meadows set forever in pink and yellow and white, like cloisonné enamel work, with flocks of goldfinches and high-stepping deer, hares hiding low and foxes making tracks in the dark. They would not mow at high summer, leave the wild things alone. They could let saplings grow here and there and become […]

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A departure

A departure Across the meadows,bright with duty and waving flags,between supple soldier stalks,bee-wreathed and busy,spring departs. From the town,the solemn soundof the church bell tolling rollsebbing or flowing or both at once,through the sky-chant, ingenuous paeanto the moment now,of a hundred meistersinging blackbirds. A departure Across the meadows,bright with duty and waving flags,between supple soldier […]

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Lost treasures

Lost treasures There is no going back,not one moment, one golden flash.The river running to the sealeaves behind smooth pebbles with regret. Not one moment, one golden flashwill drop into you hands again,nor your eyes follow beauty into the shadows, the river running to the sea.Sand-sifted, gravel-sorted,the current that carves and sculpts, leaves behind smooth […]

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