Here

early evening sun
searches empty rooms
hearing voices of the departed
echoing like pebbles on a far drum Continue reading

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housefall

A bit extreme, don’t you think?
—the house on the head, I mean.
You know: the little horizontal- striped legs
sticking out from under,
their size four ruby slippers
toes-up, as they say,
and right in the midst of
those cutsy stogey-puffin’ Munchkins. Continue reading

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observation point one

She kicks her feet up
topping the high blue sky
stretches down
tickles the sun-gold snow
This I dare to see
from my quivering mud hut

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