Windy morning Rustling leaves You reach for my hand and place it Inside the warmth of your glove For a moment I feel you hesitate And I, Suddenly afraid, Remember that you Do not belong to me You lean over to whisper The warmth of your breath Tickles, trickles, Down the length Of…Read more »
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A Little Haiku & One Tanka
Consider me as one who loved poetry and persimmons ~ Masaoaka Shiki * High-altitude rose petals falling falling falling: the melody of a waterfall ~ Matsuo Basho * I remove my beautiful kimono: its varied braids surround and entwine my body ~ Hisajo Sugita * Standing beneath cherry blossoms Who can be strangers? ~…Read more »
On Writing – Quotes #3
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your…Read more »
The Snowfall Is So Silent – a poem by Miguel de Unamuno
The snowfall is so silent, so slow, bit by bit, with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers over the fields. The silent snow comes down white and weightless; snowfall makes no noise, falls as forgetting falls, flake after flake. It covers the fields gently while frost attacks them with its sudden flashes…Read more »