small poems
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snapshot poem 01 july 02026
i slept through strawberry moon / the roses have let go / the garden is buried in petals Continue reading
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Seasons
I’m thinking of posting some old collages, with some old poems. Is that a good idea, or not-so-good? Sometimes when I look back at old work, it inspires me to get back at it. Continue reading
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W.W.W. Nostalgia
In the early years, 02003 was my first posting attempt, it was very different. The World Wide Web was not The Internet. Of course time has dimmed my memories, and no doubt shifted them as well. What I remember is a blogging community, people whom I met only online, who helped and encouraged me. Continue reading
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questions
How does the writer's brain work? It is a bewilderment to me, why it must be this particular word, or that particular image. How is it that now, in this time of several national and global crises, I emerge from sleep holding to this juxtaposition: i wake my face… Continue reading
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snapshot poem 13 january 2021
sleep in grief wake in grief grief at the doorstep Continue reading
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