Posted on May 24, 2020

A Seagull Sees Me Writing

Rush, ruffling wind.

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Posted on May 19, 2020

Egypt & Industry: a sneak peak

Two paths curve t’ward an empty cradle.

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Posted on Apr 19, 2020

To Close Out A Letter

Looking o’er toward the cranes…

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Posted on Apr 12, 2020

Sat By Old John Cabot

Blow gentlesoft, pandemic breeze, ‘breast an unop’n’d tomb.

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Posted on Mar 24, 2020Mar 24, 2020

A Tanka On The Corner Of The Harbourside

A ring around old cobble.

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Posted on Jan 6, 2020Jan 6, 2020

Travels With A Flex-Grip Pen

Ferry me upriver.

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Posted on Nov 2, 2019Nov 14, 2019

A Last Request

Let me/it, at last, then, rise, buffeted by sound-waves.

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Posted on Oct 23, 2019

Another Moment Here ‘N Then

The breeze feels like an echo of a cold too cold to bear, as the gull glides on its currents and the waves of winter light.

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