Showing posts with label haiku heights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku heights. Show all posts

Sunday, August 7, 2011

friendship

it's not possible.
I think the problem must be-
too much love and hate.
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Sunday, July 31, 2011

confession

confession is all:
it is what my poetry is,
and that is my life.
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Monday, June 20, 2011

blind haiku

where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Sunday, June 5, 2011

dolls haiku




old village toy store
has Marie Alexander's
but sister's face, sold.
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