Puzzled crow envies the puddled stillness of the moon tonight. Even clouds flee the stale smell of worm castings after the storm. Your screams were silenced in thunder; white mums will grace your tombstone. Today’s offering is in the form of a Sijo, a three-line poem that is believed to have first appeared in…
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d’Verse — OLN — hollow dings (sijo)
a woman in labor before gathered two support clumps — one hovering, warm, within her reach; one outside, passing the whisky she has one ninja love grain; our text message dings ring hollow Image info: A nurse holds a newborn baby wearing a face shield in an effort to halt the spread…
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