The river is white ice,
itself a winter snapshot.
The blackbird settles.
itself a winter snapshot.
The blackbird settles.
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A blog for my poetry. Better a bad poet than not a poet at all. Some of it is even pretty good.
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January
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- 28/30: minivan haiku #6
- 27/30: the words of shoes
- 26/30: blackbird haiku
- 25/30: ice haiku
- 24/30: snow haiku
- 23/30: epitaph
- 22/30: life is heat
- 21/30: shine
- 20/30: by the cat o'nine tails
- 19/30: minivan haiku #5
- 18/30: who bends time?
- 17:30: flawed
- 16/30: minivan haiku #4
- 15/30: Despair
- 14/30: dishes and stuff
- 13/30: the tension
- 12/30: past places
- 11/30: no place like home
- 10/30: snow
- 9/30: mini van haiku #3
- 8/30: around this
- 7/30: for Man-Children
- 6/30: the strange ones
- 5/30: Hey!
- 4/30: mini van haiku #2
- 3/30: the doe-woman's message
- 2/30: mini van haiku
- 1/30: Impenetrable
- a new project - 30 in 30
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