Haiku 90
tangerine sun
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Haiku 71
rain patters on tin
The Choice
I made my choicesearching the shelvesthe serpents rejoicedI made my choicethe black spine whispered with his voice“know thyself”I made my choicesearching the shelves
a day unraveling
A quick response to an old writing prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe.
Haiku 70
footsteps are muffled
I’m Soaking
I may not bathe in the blood of virgins like Countess Báthory
The Ronaldo’s
they came cold and pale
Toxic
exhaustinghow somemen will keepplanting seeds where grasswas not meant to growever
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
Everyday Strange 