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PHOEBE HESKETH

Sunflowers and Silver Birch: A Memoir

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dogoodtoeveryone

a medieval ms image that i love

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~ Gabriel Zech (Sollars Elementary)

screen shot 2018-10-22 at 1.38.53 pm~ Pat Davis (Pembroke, NH)
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~ Lee Nash (France)

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~ Ana Drubot (Bucharest)

 

winter solstice
our son reads a fairy tale
to his unborn child

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winter night
I dreamed your garden lights
were fireflies
 
Reaching for green pears–
the pull
of an old scar

  for her mother
bluets
roots and all

hazy moon
the nun begins her journey
with a backward glance

 

an open window
somewhere
a woman’s wordless song


sweet peas
tremble on the trellis
the bride’s “I will”

smooth garden bench
a woman embroiders
a unicorn
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dew drops
on the dark rose
our reflections
 
yellow leaves
a girl plays hopscotch
by herself
 
starlight
on the harp strings
Christmas Eve
 
clay on the wheel I confess my faith
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winter night
he patiently untangles
her antique silver chain
 
cathedral garden
cardinals in the birdbath
scatter drops of light
 
the boy stands still
fingers splayed
above a starfish
 
birdsong
through open windows—
he lifts the veil
 
night flight
a young man fast asleep
beside his cello
 
dress by dress
the story of her life
day lilies close
 
soft Gullah
at the graveside…
blue glass shines
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Haiku and the Brain

This is amazing ….

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Source: Haiku and the Brain

Poems for Warriors

The farther we go
The harder it is
To rewrite the past

© 2018 Jason A. Muckley

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4. a “turn,” or a sudden change of heart, if you will, found in the third line of the prose sections. Jeannine Hall Gailey goes from introducing a seemingly easy-going, cheerful visitor to a terrifying, blood-soaked seer in her haibun “Rescuing Seiryu, the Blue Dragon”:

You met the dragon in the garden. Sometimes he flies in circles outside your window. This morning he appeared as a young boy. / He shows you a vision of your parents, lying in a barn. With his face so close you smell hay. / He bleeds from the wounds of paper birds, from a swallowed curse. Can your healing rice cake keep him from death?

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/more-birds-bees-and-trees-closer-look-writing-haibun