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- Category: May 2015
prayer flags
the wind takes up
while words falter
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- Category: May 2015
the moon tonight —
light's reiteration
of the incomplete
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spring rain
sound plip plopping
from the eaves
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between stars
loneliness takes on
darker tones
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skimming stone . . .
identity theft
in the air
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mother's day —
forest mist stretches
beyond the smog
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deep autumn:
clear water wells up
through darkness
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dawn coolness . . .
first words air-brushing
the breath of god
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- Category: May 2015
autumn funk
I don't want his damn'd mower
anyway
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grandfather clock!
what on earth
keeps it ticking?
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- Category: May 2015
yesterday's issnues . . .
onan disseminating
deformination
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Dad: 11 May 1914 - 7 March 1991
Mum: 16 April 1920 - 27 July 2009
here to there --
filling the dashes
with my self
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late prayer —
ink blot clouds astride
the white
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with wide eyes
words as spare as
cave paintings
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evening waves —
I remember her touch
silent as a comet
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head shot
my personal pronouns
shedding capitals
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- Category: May 2015
look to the clouds!
there is an earthquake
in the air
Not really a haiku, more a presentiment I had for the coming week.
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- Category: May 2015
When Pentecost day came round
within fire
the tongue-tied voice
of the pine
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first frost . . .
whiteness clings on
in the shade
28/05/2015
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set horizontal the s....u....n stretches out along one line
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first frost . . .
rigor mortis creeps
along the lawn
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- Category: May 2015
mist swans
weave through the ritual
of evening
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undergrowth —
a condom wrapper spent
among the leaves
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- Category: May 2015
autumn ends —
my image stripped back
to bare bones