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Flint

When the duckweed scums The edge of the battered pond He sees eyes that flint, her Hands peeling two ripe plums, All traces of holding back gone. Brush snow from the garden thyme, See how green it loiters there, -like... Continue Reading →

Dancing

It seemed like we were always dancing though the music was sometimes too fast and sometimes a little too slow and sometimes we hardly heard it at all These were times I craved the most you'd try to turn the... Continue Reading →

White Poppy (Tan Renga)

white poppy it must have bloomed from a wintry shower [Bashō] but brings her little comfort her soul aches for her lover [V.Zems] Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1337-Tan Renga Challenge A Tan Renga is a short chained poem written by two... Continue Reading →

The Harvest (Tan Renga)

in the fields with ripe rice plants for the gods the sickle is used… [Takezaki Shizen] the harvest is plentiful and yet the workers are few [V.Zems] Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1337-Tan Renga Challenge A Tan Renga is a short... Continue Reading →

Warriors (Tan Renga)

ancient warrior ghosts mists over the foreign highlands— waiting for the full moon [Chèvrefeuille] the ships of the dead sail in ghost prisoners for judgement [V.Zems] Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1337-Tan Renga Challenge  A Tan Renga is a short chained... Continue Reading →

Christmas Magic

Family gathers ’round the Christmas tree, Laden with ornaments and many gifts, Children lean in close, excitedly Wondering what Santa’s workshop brought Readying their voices to shout 'yippee!' Jittery hands peel back layers of wrapping Santa granted their wishes and... Continue Reading →

Lamentations

Let the children lamentations sing For we are by the internet captive taken Let the strong youth petitions bring For our pure reason not be forsaken Let grownups extol the joy of books For it is by writing and reading... Continue Reading →

McCrunchy’s Café

Come on down to McCrunchy’s Café Come on down today! For breakfast you’ll fare the most – an ironic side of bacon, unchallenged eggs over-easy, even some wry toast – one jittery cup of coffee; to-go. Come on down to... Continue Reading →

Thriller Night

Step! Two, three and again step two! Now – turn around and voice receding – centrifugal distant tracking rhythm raises drum      beat light deepening feet shuffling the dead move stiffly to the conductor's rhythm Afterlife dances step three!... Continue Reading →

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