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3 haiku as the year falls
Dead ground carpeted
with the wrinkled gold crown of
summer’s last secrets.
these were kinda a departure, since i usually don't write in any particular form. but 3am brought out the syllabic simplicity in me, it seems.
bird on glass / feathers and bits / outline open-winged / flight and the crash, / unexpected, that / left no body but / only a picture / of…
song of the inquiet siren
she spins / intricate patterns in palmed flesh, / a green heat piercing raw / erudition through naked / ears with a hard-won needle / of…
The Pink Room
/ We walked into pink. / You were sitting on the golden rod carpet / with your legs stretched out / in a V. You held the headboard with one…
I was attracted to the way he smelled in afterschool camouflage as we kneeled in autumn fields of easy targets. Six months and twelve days made…
More by J.S. Lee
haiku for late january
dove-toned pre-snow sky: / i make my night’s nest against / the sound of his breath; / / midwinter midnight / passes with silent heartbeat / …
3. / / Autumn remembers / with the thawed tears of pale dawn / those we’ve forgotten. / / /
2. / / Skinned trees in cold winds / rattle hungry fingers like / an empty tin can. /
the man on the sidewalk / wears his umbrella strapped over / one shoulder like a soldier / dressed for battle: / intent on destiny or…
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