Fairy Tea at the Museum Cafe
Fairy Tea at the Museum Cafe Stepping out from under the Lazarus gate Wild Thyme and Wild Cherry Blossom, Two fairies, terribly good friends, Entered the walled Garden, free of charge, In their...
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I’ll Meet You Midway I’ll meet you, Straining with expectations, Compatriots in passport, A voyager informing me of my identity While I carefully choose my words So you understand what I am Not...
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Moving Souvenir The best souvenir, at first very pink, Perhaps made in Holland, Doesn’t stay in one place, Scuffs its shoes, Demands sunshine and tending, Is keen on all sorts of outrageous...
View ArticleMy Life as a Crane
My Life as a Crane A ridiculous title. Could be the start of something Deep and meaningful, Could be a light divertissement And a leave of one’s senses. I am neither assured, Whether taken in...
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As Ever Shall My thoughts for you sink Rocking on soles in the warm sand Stroked by cooling waves, none abating Curled over my toes, lapped Foam ever bubble weaving More; I have come from far And it...
View ArticleSt. John and the Autumn Equinox
St. John and the Autumn Equinox September leaves partnered With the winds’ fast feet On the black tarmac Between the white lines The radio plays, remembering June clad dancing in white purity The...
View ArticleWooden Horse
Wooden Horse Wooden horse carry me Steady past the hour When childhood haunts me, Say nothing, I beg you For in silence will I pass Round like the infant I once was from hand to hand Shushhhhed at a...
View ArticleHeading off the Insistent Rough
Heading off the Insistent Rough In the fall we too may grow moss on our bark, Scamper after nuts, gaze at moist mushrooms, Then inspired, devour the marzipan version Of fungus, accompanied by the...
View ArticleThe Vegetable Man’s Mysterious Question
The Vegetable Man’s Mysterious Question The rain beating against her breast, She courageously headed across the bridge To buy a bunch of Dutch carrots, Her first attempt at local communication....
View ArticleKarnemelksloot – Buttermilk Ditch
Karnemelksloot – Buttermilk Ditch Frankly it’s not a rock hard possibility that the street name “Karnemelksloot” (“Buttermilk Ditch”) came from the massive export or import of buttermilk to and from...
View ArticleFather’s Day in the Field
Father’s Day in the Field My father’s hands So small, clutching a weed, A flower, a posy Hopeful, friend, lover And genesis. Once, growing as he should Untimely, anticipated, Into something bright...
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