Thursday, April 26, 2018

As National Poetry Month winds down

haiku, too, takes a snooze upon some writing about a blessed memory.  Only later the question arises, What's for dinner?



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  1. Susan E. GangelMay 4, 2018 at 9:01 AM

    5, out of order

    a pious form of cracker
    denies its place in history
    on the mat it balks--

    serpent

    level best

    (pain perdu at le petit at 10 pm sf, ca)

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  2. EllisMay 11, 2025 at 5:17 PM

    I find that focusing on memories can be very grounding.

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