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Zen Forest Laughter

Unmoored, real estate ad floats to face marshland trees. “They call it Billboard.” ~ RK ~ 6/15/17 ~

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Haiku is my closet

“Haiku is where I / return, my dark safety when the / Wild Crone sees her face.” Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet. Continue reading

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I grow up

“Poets are like ad- / dicts. Not one ever says I / want to be one when” Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet Continue reading

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For better or for worse

“There is nothing in / this life that my poetry / can’t make vows about.” Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet. Continue reading

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Life

Life is like bumper cars Continue reading

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Open Source Haiku

Not everything is an AHA moment or poem … Continue reading

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Saturday Morning Menu Short Order Haiku

Here is a hand-crafted summary of what happens when bossy haiku shows up on Saturday, September 29, 2012 demanding I cook and complaining about the service. Did I mention they’re barefoot and not wearing shirts? ~ Leslie RunawayKeyboard Holt Continue reading

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