His left eye is lower than his right; yet he knows where to find famine roots
and how to avoid the suntraps of sainthood
and how to avoid the suntraps of sainthood
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tiny monster (Belinda) I have the sudden relevance of an extinct wild flower un-pressed, when all her petals are re-levelling. I had been ... -
~ John Hawkhead has been writing short-form poetry for over 30 years, publishing three books of haiku & senryu in that time. He lives ... -
wiping the steam from the mirror— this longing to be enough ~ Kelly Sargent is a poet, editor, and devoted tea drinker residing in Vermont...
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