The Ronaldo’s
they came cold and pale
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Toxic
exhaustinghow somemen will keepplanting seeds where grasswas not meant to growever
Wicks
I don’t
Man of the Crowd Tanka
now fully nightfallthick fog swirled over the citydropping heavy rain transforming it toa world of umbrellas ….. The great thing about found poems is that they can really help you out of a writing rut. I write this one by shaping a paragraph from an Edgar Allan Poe short story into a tanka poem .
Lurking Among the Pages
the book wasmore unassumingthen expectedplain coverorderly chapters follow howeveramong the pagesI smell thepungent scent of blood andfeel the scape of fangs on my neckmy own teeth sharpenskin grows palehands ice coldwooden stakes scraped sharp, suddenlythe book slams shut
Haiku 27
honey sunrise
Senryu 14
my roots feel tangled
Sundown
most people prefer to turn on their porch lights
Mourning Grey
The stones were stillmourners marchedthrough the morning grey Casket held overgrim facesthe stones were still To foreboding drumsand forlorn trombonemourners marched And circled roundthe waiting gravein the morning grey
Haiku 26
petals wither
Everyday Strange 