The Messenger and His Life (The Fisherman and His Wife)Will be a new conceptual art. The idea—opulence, greed, god, are largely at your feet.
The Messenger and His Life (The Fisherman and His Wife)Will be a new conceptual art. The idea—opulence, greed, god, are largely at your feet.
nothingness
nothingness
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no speech,
only heat
speech bubbles
no speech,
only heat
and frost lingers — night and day
prefer? what's to prefer
its hoary breath imbibes my soul
and spring will never ever come
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and frost lingers — night and day
prefer? what's to prefer
its hoary breath imbibes my soul
and spring will never ever come
#haikufeels
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
youtu.be/vLZWbUjNQWI
youtu.be/vLZWbUjNQWI
bonfire smoke swirls on the wind
sliding up still streets
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bonfire smoke swirls on the wind
sliding up still streets
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#Haiku #senryu #tanka
negative space—
it stills it.
negative space—
it stills it.
swept away in the first snow
the last falling leaf
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#Haiku #senryu #tanka
swept away in the first snow
the last falling leaf
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
A Poem-Play for Three Agencies
— human, machinic, and linguistic —
each speaking across the fault lines of time and memory.
Coming very soon.
A Poem-Play for Three Agencies
— human, machinic, and linguistic —
each speaking across the fault lines of time and memory.
Coming very soon.
and all the world's wonders
slip into the shadows
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#Haiku #senryu #tanka
and all the world's wonders
slip into the shadows
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
Back then I didn't expect one of the funniest programmes ever to end with a scene that makes me cry every time I see it.
Every single time.
Back then I didn't expect one of the funniest programmes ever to end with a scene that makes me cry every time I see it.
Every single time.