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Poetry in motion

Not exactly poetry, but clearly motion. Advertisements

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Grandmothers

  There is a sound that grandmothers make that is full of memories. I heard it on the bus today returning from Sapporo Station. I think grandmothers use it everywhere whenever a grandchild begs for something he or she knows … Continue reading

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Four short poems

    Wren A wren is no hen is she? Spring poem This morning walking to work I saw leaves backing out of the branches of a hedge. Favorite things One of my favorite things is watching my wife and … Continue reading

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Walking Thunder

  I suppose his ancestors were brave warriors but when he came through the door drunk and sat there telling me that white folks had killed his people and that he was going to kill me if I didn’t give … Continue reading

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Poem in gratitude to my typewriter

I didn’t start out writing poetry, I came to it by accident when my typewriter (remember those?) the “n” snapped off while I was working on a short story. Want to know what letter is the one you can’t do … Continue reading

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Four short poems

Clear sky, sunny day From a clear blue sky, snowflakes fall.   Days and nights The days move swiftly by while the nights move slowly and are filled with dreams.   Snowbird Today the old red macaw is on his … Continue reading

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Urban Renewal

An iron fist swung and crushed its skull, while below a big yellow jaw bit chunks from its guts and spit them into a truck. Its brothers and sisters stood across the street, trembling, and I heard the street moan … Continue reading

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