so quiet hear
ice melting
into glass
by Harrison Fulop
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Lunes- American Haikus
How Short Can You Go?
Haiku, not so bad
Bob Kelly
Tortured with the Lune
Stewardship
Arrogance of man
Lord of beasts
Power to kill all
Photo- Becky Kjelstrom
winter
dusk with a silver
edge. clouds choke, rain smothers sun
rise on a stormy day
sun traces a low arc
through the cloudy southern sky
cold winter afternoon
bombogenisis
creates ideal conditions
for hibernation
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Little Birds
A Dribble
Bright eyes accentuated by black hoods, two square off. Little, never tiny, they walk a long lineage back through time. Wings extend for battle not flight, both are fierce. One will win the life-giving treasure, that Junco now shelters a seed in the clamp of its beak.
birds
sky full of birds
up high a hawk
crows wing at the edges
songbirds dart
every which way
a hummingbird perched,
silent, in a dogwood.
can the hawk see the hummingbird
or
are its eyes
full of light
pouring from the sky
sliding on ropes of cloud
slender as rain
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The Essential Nature of Hummingbirds
Whenever two hummingbirds strive for dominance at a feeder, whenever they fight over a patch of blossoms, whenever one strafes my head because I’m too close to its food source, I am reminded that hummingbirds, like all birds, are the evolutionary descendants of dinosaurs.
A hummingbird has a T-Rex heart.
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The River Twist
She sits beside the river, resting, watching it run. She knows it is time to get in, move on. But she wants a few more moments to breath, think about where she has been and what awaits.
The river has been wild lately. Too much rain and snow melt, too many sharp rocks, hidden snags. But maybe there is a broad beach at the mouth and a sunset. Or a sunrise? Something more than this cold, shadowy ledge.
She takes a deep breath, the wind seems to settle, the current slackens. She slides into the icy water and heads downstream.
Image by Robin Anderson
Weather Report
In the morning the sky will be clear. Soon clouds will form. Through the afternoon a storm will rage, dark and tempestuous. Occasional, ironic patches of blue sky may appear. Finally, sunset will be brilliant, a gathering calm before the Green Ray.
After nightfall, you will see Forever.
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Jiangshi
A Drabble
Thump, thump. Her heart beat, heavy deadened, weary of life.
Thump, thump the pulse echoed from the floor upstairs.
She spread prone on the futon, waiting for it, him.
Thump, thump, resounded from the staircase, even inevitable.
First came the feet, clad in well-known shoes. Then legs, torso, arms, all stiff with rigor. Then the face contorted in the rictus of death.
She lay motionless. He drew near. Thump, thump. The tiny frame climbed upon her chest.
“Mommy?”
The mouth opened wide, clamped over hers.
“Yes, dearest.” She breathed her warm words into his cold lungs.
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PROCESS
syllables of small
poems occupy large portions of
my befuddled brain
writing process, what
is my writing process? do
I even have one?
a mental blender
is what I need to create
my word salad
Image by Harrison Fulop