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Category Archives: New Free Verse
i go hunting to kill what is left of you in me
the trails are cold & dead but i will find the traces wipe that last kiss from my lips because it stings
Haiku Heights September Heights: Hummingbird (haiku chain)
hummingbirds love red– scarlet runner beans call them sweetly, with bright tongues red stutters their flight i had dark red curtains once & watched one hover outside my window desire in hummingbird form– expressed in pauses
Posted in haiku, haiku chain
Tagged haiku, haiku heights september heights, hummingbirds
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what pigs can tell us about kindness
this is one of those things you read about, like a dolphin helping to push a whale out to open ocean, working next to two-legged things without fins we learn of dogs nursing kittens or even tiger pups because they too … Continue reading
Posted in dverse poetry prompt, New Free Verse
Tagged dolphins, goats, kindness, people, pigs, unexpected
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fall comes to the valley in whispers
cornfields left dry and standing in late september whisper urgency the harvest gods are impatient for everything to be gathered in, dried, or ground to flour, so they can dance with light on water before it freezes, or sleep in leaf-piles. yes, early fall … Continue reading
(im)permanence: what i learned in elementary school
there was always sun & the rhythm of seasons in shortening & lengthening light falling & rising temperature patterns set as days, the stubborn optimism of each sunrise; the slow showy fade into twilight at its setting. the insistence of spring … Continue reading
haiku heights: birth
equinox, mabon the wheel balances & turns from birth to fading there is evenness between light and dark today, the birth of autumn
Urban Jungle Blues
By Noel A. Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels Another wandering day finds worn out minds worrying on a wavering road wound tightly around anxious feet lost and soles tired, tiring, endless stomping, souls emptying, core eroding trapped penniless in hard … Continue reading