the wind & rain a gamelan
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a tree broken by the wind I only have questions this morning
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bare trees in bright sun why is it so hard to be nice to myself
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one more I say and stare at the clouds
Alexis Rotella (@tankaqueen) chose my poem as the winner in her holiday-themed senryu competition on Twitter yesterday! I’m very proud to have been chosen/noticed/acknowledged by her. Here’s the poem:
reflected in the wine glass
a wrecked city
of colored paper
one paper crane on top of a larger one the body’s thresholds
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for no reason a song spills out of me as I recycle this cold grey morning
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walking between autobiography and nonsense I stop on my walk to murder the sunset
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gulping my drink like a man just found in the desert why can’t I be more like George Clooney
torn piece of paper with half a list stopped short by the old tree suddenly red
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24 seconds still on the microwave I’m getting old
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talking about back in the day the acid, the crystal, the breeze through the last leaves
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just three almonds in morning light I should draw them
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more garbage trucks clash clatter fill the land with all the broken things