Seven Haikus
These Haikus are personal comments about a detective novel I once wrote. Don't worry if you don't get it. I didn't either.
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The Elephant in the house
Children radio story competition entry I wanted to illustrate the way young children tend to take figures of speech in their literal sense with sometimes comical, sometimes tragic consequences!
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The Starlight Trousers
Children's Radio Prize Entry
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My Grandma Dorothy Genevieve Nelson
In a sense, we only know people by what and how they are to us, and to me: my Grandma Dorothy was kind, civilized, and compassionate She took her tea often on a tiny cup
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blue rain (a work in progress)
I blue rain spilling black forest rejoicing green canopy sparkling red heart singing the goddess's praises and weeping white tears on the grey ground the sounds of day
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What's in it for me?
Who cares?
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She thinks about light bulbs
Her long term memory is a bit of lead piping, one that you can protractor along to the point, to the pivot of the day shifting from am to pm. She dreams she swims underwater saying things,
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Night down the pub
Night down the pub Magic in a bottle Had enough now Put my foot on the throttle Hazy vision It’s not far now Bumping the curb Must pay attention Revolving scenes Lethargic Engulfing
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Vincent
I looked into the future and I lost the present Ghosts appeared and I stepped amongst them I loved too much, too hard, too long, too strong It would never be enough: neither metric nor imperial
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