

Sewing the PiecesSticky. Keep going, leaving a scarlet trail to glow. Pull the foot from the shoe! Cradled rigidly in old skin. Pull the glass from the foot!Sewing the Pieces
Droplets. Such a brilliant dark glaze sprayed against yellow. Stitch the foot with silk, softer than new skin... Crack the shard in the two!
Jagged. Ever pulsing in a cobbled sack of new. Cut the gem from the flesh! Blazing a biting trail, Embed it under rivers of blue.
Patched. Retreaded and sent out askew.


Autumn Series Haiku 34Linger one moment. Bare feet dancing new trails Under harvest moon.Autumn Series Haiku 34
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"Yes, there is a little country called Finland, it's not a tale."
I will be responding to your art soon. I'm just behind...
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So, I'm watching everybody, but I care mostly about me. So, I'm watching and thinking, "Good, Jeff. That's nice, Jeff. Yes, Jeff, go for it. Oh, YES, Jeff.
Jeff Goldblum
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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. Charles Simic
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So, I'm watching everybody, but I care mostly about me. So, I'm watching and thinking, "Good, Jeff. That's nice, Jeff. Yes, Jeff, go for it. Oh, YES, Jeff.
Jeff Goldblum
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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. Charles Simic
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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. Charles Simic
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Lucius Malfoy: Master! We must flee!
Voldemort: Why?
Lucius Malfoy: He is here! The one who makes us writhe in pain!
Voldemort: Dumbledore?! Harry Potter?!
Lucius Malfoy: No, master! Worse!
Bush: 'Sup Dead Eaters!?!
Voldemort: Oh God.
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