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Posted on January 20, 2022

The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Epilogue

I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.

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Posted on January 19, 2022

The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: III

With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.

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Posted on January 18, 2022

The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: II

I see myself still strolling.

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Posted on January 17, 2022

The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: I

Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.

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Posted on January 16, 2022

The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Prologue

T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.

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Posted on June 14, 2021

Shumba Famba

Verdant-vivid is the tall grass.

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Posted on April 27, 2021

Something Beside Remains

Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.

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Posted on March 23, 2021

A Metal Flower

No ellipses; ellipses…

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Posted on March 19, 2021March 19, 2021

Ink Not Spilled

Reincarnate, they live as long as us.

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Posted on March 11, 2021

Time Travel

Ink-blue; windswept; late-night.

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Posted on January 2, 2021

Signs Of Someone

Robins.

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Posted on December 30, 2020

A Haibun For My Childhood Cat

Lazy were his steps; listless was his mind.

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Posted on October 21, 2020

A Mem’ry ‘Pon A Corner Of My Mind

Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia

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Posted on October 12, 2020

Flicker, Silent Voice

In confinement – self ‘n solitary –
there sits a child.

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Posted on September 13, 2020

Sunrise By The Banks Of A River

In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.

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