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London Calling
I was feeling down earlier today, sad and a little alone maybe. I rode on the train to a physiotherapy appointment and everyone in the train car seemed downcast, isolated, and grim. It made me think of the poem London by William Blake: I wander thro’ each charter’d street,Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.And…
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Evening haiku
Midnight, standing stillMind is like a drop of inkRipples in water
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Theodore the Poet
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hoursOn the shore of the turbid SpoonWith deep-set eye staring at the door of the crawfish’s burrow,Waiting for him to appear, pushing ahead,First his waving antennae, like straws of hay,And soon his body, colored like soap-stone,Gemmed with eyes of jet.And you wondered in a trance of thoughtWhat…
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Morning haiku
Morning of new snowBranches draped in soft dreamingFrom this moment on
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An old book jot…Sappho
This is a reaction I typed up after reading a collection of the poetry of Sappho. I finished reading this back in May of 2021. I’m going back and adding these sorts of reactions to the “book jots” section of the website. I thought I’d throw it up as a post, too, even though it’s…
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Haiku
Here is a haiku I wrote this morning upon looking out the window. The weather has changed; the cool and damp of late fall has settled in. Yellow smoke of pinesFiltering the morning lightRain will be heavy