Pachysandra wilts in the first frost, pinched in the beak of winter.… more →
haiku streakdmarshall58 wrote 2 hours ago: Pachysandra wilts in the first frost, pinched in the beak of winter. … more →
genemyers wrote 13 hours ago: Bird on the telephone wire –so content– I think I’ll stay in today. … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 day ago: Faint shadows in pale sunlight—unanchored forms drift through memory … more →
genemyers wrote 2 days ago: turning the sun into a steering wheel – he follows the birds … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 2 days ago: Sentinel streetlamps— reflected light bounces in fallen constellations. … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 2 days ago: Is it neighbor boys playing—or steroidal mice raging in the walls? … more →
Neil E. Das wrote 2 days ago: the diesel’s chuckle echoes long silent bedfords trundling up the hills … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 3 days ago: Just where the sound dies a woman’s voice wails and you wonder if it’s song. … more →
genemyers wrote 5 days ago: Moonlight at the gate; like the bluebird on the ground, I glow out of place. … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 6 days ago: A book falls face down in rain—and the world kisses just those pages. … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 week ago: What if every dog walked itself, dragging masters to places for pee? … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 week ago: The stacks on his desk settle like yesterday’s snow and freeze solid. … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 week ago: Your bicycle in the rain—every knotted part wet with speed. … more →
christopher Leibow wrote 1 week ago: sweating finished making love another erection … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 week ago: From her window she sees only shadows walk— their forms stretched like trees. … more →
christopher Leibow wrote 1 week ago: mourning she give her body to me … more →
dmarshall58 wrote 1 week ago: Eyes crawling after as words march in single file on and on and on. … more →
haiku4me wrote 1 week ago: a full head of hair was your yesterday’s glory baldness becomes you … more →