December 2009
6 posts
Everything’s unwrapped, and there’s one present no one can remember buying. Its cheap plastic suddenly acquires an aura of wonder.
12/25/09
remembering how she bent as the bathwater ran
K. Brobeck
"Humbug"
Bald dome and wrinklebrow He makes himself known, And limply by candlefrown Makes his way home.
blueheron:
All Thanksgiving day, Just begging for attention, Lone red mailbox flag.
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Between dream and metaphor: haiku of Yosa Buson →
My somewhat lighthearted approach to the haiku master.
The Cold Moon sets behind the bare-limbed ash. She takes her time. I shake my restless foot.
Sherry Chandler