- nonstop . . .
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- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
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- After the Funeral . . .
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Tag Archives: Snow
steady snow I readjust the tempo on my metronome A Hundred Gourds, vol. 2, no. 1, December 2012 We got a white Christmas here! Unusual, and, for us, full of charm and the spirit of Christmas. And the spirit of Christmas … Continue reading
snowfall . . . the steady rhythm of his pulse A Hundred Gourds, vol. 2, no. 1, December 2012
first snow our world leans in a little closer Frogpond, vol. 35, no. 2, Summer 2012 (A little wishful thinking in the depths of summer’s drought . . . )
first snow cascading through cedar a woodpecker’s call The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIV, no. 2, June 2012
crossroads . . . a cardinal’s feather on a field of snow Acorn, no. 28, Spring 2012
Melting Snow At first, I’m not sure what I’m seeing. But mother has seen it too. She points to a gaunt man standing beneath a downspout next to an old Mom and Pop motel with a half-collapsed roof and weathered … Continue reading
in the snowdrifts . . . the outline of two hearts I live in the heartland. We’re a little slower to take to things here. While the rest of the country was being pummeled by winter blizzards earlier this winter, we … Continue reading
cabin fever another axe to grind with my husband Not really. Although he’s keeping himself occupied with rearranging several parts of the house–which is somewhat frightening. Me, on the other hand, I’m sleeping a lot. Who knows what I’ll find … Continue reading
This is a haiku journal, not a political journal. But, as in life, fiction (or, in this case, poetry) often collides with reality. When I posted my last entry on “epiphany,” I had no way of foreseeing the tragic events that would … Continue reading