Tagged: poem 91


Like Air

Poem I used to hear silence It used to fill me With wonder and ancient fairy dust I used to see, smell The emotions of the sky and sea I used to feel cradled...


Another Aftermath

Haibun Bird songs, as I awake ahead of the alarm Headache: fruit of the prior day’s tension— or that extra glass of Burgundy Or another gift from that beloved team teacher I work through...

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An Early Present

Haibun We plant petunias at Dad’s grave. I hoe out holes in front of the headstone. Frankie places the plants in and covers their roots with dirt. We plant two rows — three to...