Month: Sep 2016
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Coffee with Sunday Whirl #265
Ten Minutes Over a Coffee I leaned in for a listen – like a windmill tilting into the direction of talk. Such silliness, I know, wild gossip. “Where’s the authenticity in doubt,” she said. You see, she and I, we meet at the same time every day for a 10-minute coffee break. The coffee goes…
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A Bussokusekika for Poetic Bloomings
Bare Bones Yesterday’s calm slipped into a blind feral wind, naked and ruthless, a murdered bruising day for wasps drunk on whiffs of apple with bare bones that gores the sky. for Poetic Bloomings: Form bussokusekika 5.7.5.7.7.7
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For dVerse: Haibun #20
An Absolute Night Up here, the moon watches, a silent astronomer gazing at us through stellar crowds. Fascinated, faintly dazzled by our unaccustomed ways, our wilds that leave its thoughts vacant as an open sea. Speechless. Barren. Spent. And that moon, searches the absolute night through sable stares of its pious eye, deep into our…
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Ice Cream with Poetic Bloomings
Mint Bright because the air bites cool and wintergreen, and bare bough trees hang withered leaves, and because they fall, they crunch like sugared cones and crispy flake, and because days are rushing into heavy fog and damp brick walls, and because autumn’s halo golden glows — we will eat minty green ice cream because…
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A Little Night Air for Sunday Whirl #264 & dVerse
A Night’s Light Air A lightness shines across the window, lovers rise and fall like a wave’s song. Whispered words in flakes were heard, mutable turns of breathy phrase. Precise, entice a bee to pollen, a cuttlefish flash in cool moonlight — its iridescence is night’s sparkling tapestry. Held, beheld, this light air is a…
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A Bit About Horses for Visual Verse
And That’s a Fact I’ve only tried once. Fell off. Slowly. Slid like animation. Like marmalade off hot toast. Right off the saddle. I was soap on a slide from that horse’s first stride. Dented myself up a bit, too. Hit my head heavy on the August-dry clay. Ended up with a soot-black eye and…
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