at the muddy shore, reconstructing the scene by reading tracks
Footprints [Haiku]
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Category Archives: Poetry
Walk in the Woods [Tanka]
sunlight shines low, half-hatching the forest floor with autumn shadows; i walk amid columns, listening for absent birds
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After Midnight [Haiku]
after midnight the city transmogrifies; birthed anew at five
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Horny Musings [Common Meter]
I've thought about the ideal horn. Should it be straight or curved? Or by a spectacular rack would one be better served? Maybe one would be better off being a unicorn. With just way too many options, I confess I am torn. A huge rack would most certainly wreak hell upon the spine, but a unicorn must get foes to form a single line. I once saw a wandering oryx; its horns were a stumper. They seemed optimized to stabbing off course para-jumpers.
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Doha Limerick
An old woman expat in Doha looked over the wall and said, "Aha! "It's back! The spacecraft." "Woman, don't be daft, "It's been here 'fore we came from Utah!"
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Need to Breathe [Haiku]
watching bubbles rise, a screaming need to breathe builds by the second
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Mantis Kung Fu [Common Meter]
A mantis landed on the rail, and it put up its dukes as one might expect of madmen or drunken Irish kooks. Why would one seek out a fair fight with someone much bigger, I shook my head and started to engage in a snigger. But then it did occur to me that he couldn't stand elsewise. So, I tried to gauge his intent, and looked him in the eyes... and he stomped me in my nether bits - much to my surprise.
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Unity [Haiku]
A Boy’s Theory of Hell [Free Verse]
The boy pressed his hand to the cool interior wall, sitting on the floor of a dark, empty chapel. Outside the sun blazed, and humidity oppressed. The orphan created a narrative in his head, one based on some strange logic. If hell was an "eternal torment of flames," then the cool interior of the monk's chapel must be the anti-hell -- a place that devoured the heat of hell-fire... but what did that make that baking place that was outside those thick walls.
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Cloud Tricks [Tanka]
thin clouds drift in, showing their black bellies, hiding blue skies like a young boy doing his first magic trick
Tiger Riding for Beginners 