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Haiku
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be