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- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
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- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
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- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: The Heron’s Nest
perhaps there is a heaven . . . cherry blossoms The Heron’s Nest XVI:3, September 2014
eagle sighting the passing trucker and I share a thumbs-up The Heron’s Nest XVI:2, June 2014
endless rain . . . mother’s silver beginning to tarnish The Heron’s Nest, XVI.3, September 2013
this time of day when clouds drift down from sky I think of you . . . next to me, embracing a sudden stream of light —red lights, Summer 2013 It’s hard to believe it’s summer’s end, although I must … Continue reading
first snow cascading through cedar a woodpecker’s call The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIV, no. 2, June 2012
Sanjukta Asopa is my guest today. Sanjukta lives in India, where she breathes life into the world she observes through a wonderful array of haiku and other short form poetry. You can find more of her work on her blog, … Continue reading
soapsuds– mother tells me how she’d like to die The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIII, no. 4, December 2011
change of seasons I catch myself talking to the wind The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIII, no. 4, December 2011