Next Of Kin #2

The lights were blinding he blinked and tried to steady his eyesight against the wavering skyline.

Haiku 6: February 23 2012

RS: Wet woodland weeping tree I harbor no blade You’re safe with me TW: Blackbird on the wall Beak open, making no sound Drinking light perhaps?

Haiku 5: February 22 2012

RS: Tractors, diesel and mud Up & down, all day long The Earth will endure TW: Spring rain falls, hope's up - Can he have brought my new book? My friend, the Postman.

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Bully

There are people in this world Who will try to get you down, Sometimes it’s enough To really make you frown What is the use of crushing Other people’s hearts?
Cherry

Rustle of Spring

Will Spring, famously shy to a fault, hide in March’s billowing skirts...

Vulnerability

Here is my soul, human, exposed beneath mental armor, weak. Here is my heart, pumping warm blood between cold bare bone and flesh. Here are my eyes, liquid, once pooled behind
Cherry

church camp

while shopping with their mother on “good friday” the kid got caught shoplifting & after being dragged into the secret room with the plainclothed cop &

the transplant relationship

driven from the boonies, from the sticks, from the countryside & into the heart of the cities where the pulse thumps against the brain soothing the heart simultaneously with the

Tasting All Flavours

travel the Oromocto searching for hidden truths

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