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She Knows. They Know. Do I know?

-01.11.2023- To my surprise and foreknowledge, The she figure postdates her End and fend and tend to send. Yet no flour filled my field...

Unforced Haikus: To Covid

-Under lockdown- I House's too big for me - Nothing lucid, I can see. Town’s too torn for thee. II I’m fine, by the way. I felt freedom,...

Forced Haiku Practice

-09.2022~10.2022- I Fluttering are posts. They’re sopped incognito, Till bubbles popped broke. II Pupils are straggling, Resulting from...

To Roger Federer

-09.29.2022- He’s ever thought to be the mega goat. I never saw him in very real. A rainbow, blooming for tempested boats. That’s his...

Cook My Clothes

-09.17.2022- At a point of the very zenith, Missing is the very first feelings. It has no idea what’s ever passé. So chimera breaks and...

No Clouds

-09.04.2022- It comes and goes; I punt and fold. Dripping is your tears. Crumbling is my fear. Then it returns - goes and returns. Sunset...

A Winter

-09.01.2022- Could it be a winter? Without a bitter. As the sculptor perspires, Arcs etched belong with yore. Withering weathering wind...

To Paul

-06.14.2022- Auspicious aura, yet atones no more. Utopia unrest, underplay the sore. Long live our lode and those loitering laud. Roed...

Red Is Green

-01.26.2022- I was afroud of them evee since I foutgout who I waa, Evee since the demonish micros, Evee since he inflated, Evee since she...

Love Letter: I, II, III

-Archived on 01.19.2022- I I spoke to moon now and then Said you ain’t there where and when. Will I be here till the end? II I would like...

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