Month: November 2020
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life or lump?
recent Smithverse 2020.11.24 – I light incense from the coffee fire 2020.11.25 – One from Column A 2020.11.26 – Not time but when I light incense from the coffee fire light joint from incense flame lighten body with above enlighten soul with the light ~ ~ ~ One from Column A Small brown bulge in […]
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final notice(s)
Haiku masters were expected to write a final death poem; here are the big 3. ~ ~ ~ falling ill on a journey my dreams go wandering over withered fields – Basho, 1644-1694 ~ ~ ~ the night almost past through the white plum blossoms a glimpse of dawn – Buson, 1716-1784 ~ ~ ~ […]
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seven up
Last few poems… this final year of Trump has slowed my flow, though pace does seems to be quickening. Interesting how consecutive poems change shape. 2020.10.25 – The green leaves 2020.10.29 – 3-part Harmony 2020.10.31 – I am Wallace’s Steven 2020.11.2 – Between the step and the stair 2020.11.9 – We’re all just on a […]
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Wendy/Smith collabs 1& 2
here are 2 fone text collab poems with Wendy Shaffer (while we begin #3) ~ ~ ~ So It Goes The fog moves soft on forgotten waters no sun breaks on the stretched canvas of years While shadows give birth in tidal pools, the flickering guppy fins of new thought From earth through bone and […]