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Three Haiku

one cannot be gone
before she has departed
or return un`gone

the summer salmon
follows the scent of the stones
she has never seen… 30 more words


Seas are wild tonight

Seas are wild tonight…

Stretching over Sado Island

Silent clouds of stars.


On a Green Stalk

on a green stalk

gusts sway the dragonfly

gold, gone


This poem was written in response to ‘Carpe Diem#1016 picturing the haiku’, a post created by Chèvrefeuille as a tribute to Jane Reichhold, who died recently. 60 more words


Quick, But Not Fleeting

Moving, trying to craft a massive budget at work, settling into a new place: all these things and more have sucked me entirely out of writing for at least the past month, and to a certain degree, out of reading as well. 489 more words


Wordsworth and Basho

Wordsworth and Basho

Follow the link to the Wordsworth Trust where they put on an exhibition in 2014 that put Basho and Wordsworth side-by-side.  That is something that could be done more often I think.   287 more words


29 Jul 2016

Don’t you have this nagging feeling, Marcus, that this is not it? All the little wheels are turning, humanity is churning, for a reason- we need to elevate ourselves to the next level. 99 more words