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‘on home turf’ and other winter poems

on home turf

 

on home turf-
feeding watermelon seeds
to the hens

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“On Home Turf,” Haiga, in “A Baker’s Dozen,” issue 4, 15 December 2012
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a fig is not a fig without your mouth
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a pyromaniac’s dream on top of the world

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In “Bones: Journal for Contemporary Haiku,” No 1, 15 December 2012

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at the bottom of the sea the bottom of the sea
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raining stars
how the begging tin
sounds
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in “Presence” #47, December 2012
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past her nails
a truth worth
holding on to

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in Notes From The Gean, #14, p. 28, December 2012
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shooting star –
a baby slithers out
of the womb

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frost bite
the winter bares its teeth
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In “A Blackbird Sings: a small stone anthology
edited by Fiona Robyn & Kaspalita Thompson, 2012