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***
Hands
on a watch once told us time,
a
silent language of a sort, a Morse code
of the directio..
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***
On
the showroom's freshly-waxed linoleum floor,
the
4-wheeled dandy stands stoically placid,
filled
with resolve, shined, s..
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***
What
is the name of this immense heaviness
I
feel when the world spins and I see it
as
it truly is? Beyond sorrow. Beyond ..
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***
I
heard three haunting notes
from
the back of the bus
and
turned to see
who
was singing, and she
..
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***
Written on the pen in script
is
the word:
prevagauard -
what
the hell does that mean?
When
I search my phone,
m..
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A modern sonnet
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Now that we live in a different country than we did yesterday, it seemed appropriate to write about it.
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A haibun
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***
He
begins each day on Highway 91
before
turning left on Almond Road,
three
left turns lead t..
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While
I write down amounts,
the dog is on
the floor; it
must be cooler there for a terrier.
Can
a dog really be
..
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