spring water
hauled to the cabin
prepped for the dipping cup
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - spring water
World Citizen since forever. Scholar-at-large since 1996, interested in discourses of technology, sensoria, social reproduction, and poetry as cognitive device.
spring water
hauled to the cabin
prepped for the dipping cup
#haiku #poetry
#DailyHaikuPrompt - spring water
mosquito coil burns
its rings spiralling
protective incense
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - mosquito
@loriemerson Congratulations on this tremendous academic accomplishment. Brava!
nodding seed heads
mark puppy's pounce
in tall grass
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - tall grass
Bemused, don't know how Brian Glavey gets to cross-pollination ... happy he does
"striking image at the heart of the Coke poem: the ecstasy of two lovers cross-pollinating “like a tree breathing through its spectacles.”"
Having a Coke with You Is Even More Fun Than Ideology Critique (PMLA 2019)
iridescent cloud
buzzing over
roadkill
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - flies
Back in 2013, Bernardine Evaristo gave a reading in a south London bookshop from her novel Mr Loverman. Only six people showed up, a couple of them were dozing and she realised they were homeless people who had come to find somewhere comfortable to sleep.
a dome
drizzled with raspberry syrup
spoonful and spoonful of icy splendour
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - shaved ice
bedclothes tossed aside
stretching out to the ceiling fan breeze
hot summer nights
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - hot night
at the lily's throat
a smudge of pollen
excess
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - pollen
cascades, rapids, waterfalls
the river continues over the land
shape shifting
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - waterfall
@robmclennan Valuing the small place as a place to begin: "It wasn't until I started reading novels by local author Ralph Connor, from a century earlier, did I start to understand that it was possible to write, even if one was from such a rural corner, far away from contemporary literature."
Your eyes aren't eyes. They're bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.
Anonymous
trans. Eliza Griswold
I Am The Beggar of The World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan
porch
light
flutter
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - moth
High John The Conqueror Root
talisman overcoming
obstacles
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - roots
decoration background
spray of baby's breath
enhancing bouquet of roses
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - spray
Beginning Pride Month with a viewing of We Were Here. A documentary of collective and individual responses to the AIDS crisis...
tomato
very berry
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - berry
An ostrich does not bury its head in the sand; it lays its neck flat to the ground so as to appear from a distance like a mound of earth. That facts are innumerable is not the problem. That we tend to look elsewhere is.
Noah Eli Gordon
Is That the Sound of a Piano Coming from Several Houses Down?
blue hydrangea
sign of acidic soil
white, neutral
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#DailyHaikuPrompt - hydrangea