other animals

frozen grass I breathe out just to see the cloud

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distant sound of sirens through snowflakes winter seclusion

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blowing the crumbs off my keyboard I think of the old dog

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

the winter fly bouncing on the ceiling doesn’t want my help

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the sound of distant cars my cereal loses its crunch

a word I didn’t expect a drop of ink uncurls in the water

In other news…

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

the screen too bright already I’ve spilled my coffee where’s the reset

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this table once visited by birds in the forest

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