Tag Archives: Remembering

A Unison

I remember you Four o’clock in the morning you told me You awoke One hundred ten miles an hour (Was it a Chevrolet?) the last five hours forgotten face-to-face with the only facts: Your speedometer registering red, Two of the … Continue reading

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Hangman Haibun

This memory is like a lap: where does it go when I stand [aside]? A new form, a vessel, maybe, to contain what I no longer can, to hold what I must let go. The keys type out 15 x … Continue reading

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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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Riverside Drive

“I was an adult / before I realized closets / have no inside knobs” Continue reading

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Saturday May 19 1973

Sometimes my mind doesn’t hold the key as much as it screams, “Run!” ~ RunawayKeyboard Continue reading

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Paranoid Haiku

“Paranoid Haiku” I have imagined that every living soul was on your payroll

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