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Category Archives: Poetry
A Haiku For Friday, October 4th
The cold rain shivers.
I dart, indoors to indoors,
generous shelters.
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A Haiku For Friday, September 27th
God, it is so dark.
My throat closes like the night,
kaleidoscopic.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 20th
At five, the sky rusts.
My stride matches my husband’s,
a shared metronome.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 20th
At five, the sky rusts.
My stride matches my husband’s,
a shared metronome.
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A Haiku For Monday, September 16th
The sky is no clock.
My body wants to obey
its demand for sleep.
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A Haiku For Monday, September 9th
The sky is no clock.
My body wants to obey
its demand for sleep.
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A Haiku for Friday, September 6th
Afternoon, evening,
merge as the sky stops dancing,
parting from the clock.
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A Haiku For Wednesday, September 4th
Returning, the cold
breaks against the bedroom glass.
Wild-eyed, the cats watch.
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A Haiku For Thursday, August 22nd
In early dimness,
a quiet, unmoving sky
chills, waiting for dusk.
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A Haiku For Monday, August 19th
Dripping, drooping, weak.
The skin and the rain: both grey.
An unrestful sleep.
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