Scott Metz Haiku 2009

April 30, 2020 § Leave a comment

 

the mushroom hunter

slowly

becoming jesus

 

 

 

Scott Metz Haiku 2009

April 27, 2020 § Leave a comment

 

sometimes the wind lifts up its wing to read

 

 

 

Scott Metz Haiku 2009

April 26, 2020 § Leave a comment

 

without permission part of me begins to bloom

 

 

 

Scott Metz Haiku 2009

April 25, 2020 § Leave a comment

 

perfume on my fingertips from the counter fading moon

 

 

 

Ant Ant Ant Ant Ant 2020

April 14, 2020 § 3 Comments

Delayed by the Pandemic until the Summer Solstice 2020

 

 

weapons grade primary

 

Helen Buckingham

 

 

 

How bright out –

first honey bee of spring

 

Jon Cone

 

 

 

white spirit

the syntax

of light-eaters

 

Grix

 

 

 

full moon

I begin to smell

like the forest

 

Nicholas Klacsanzky

 

 

 

 

world’s apart fuchsia and freesia

 

Lori A Minor

 

 

 

 

the tiger, now dead, moves to Ohio

 

Michael O’Brien

 

 

 

 

god the myth of Monday

 

Rich Schilling

 

 

 

 

time capsule the fluidity of narrative

 

Shloka Shankar

 

 

 

 

yellow azaleas

the security

of my intellect

 

Orrin Tyrell

 

 

 

 

 

June 20, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scott Metz Haiku 2009

April 2, 2020 § Leave a comment

 

this

plan

et

 

in

side

the

thorn

bush

 

is

snow

 

 

 

 

 

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