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haiku: March 2006
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Senryu . . . haiga . . . tanka. Friday, March 31, 2006. Posted by eric l houck jr at 3:58 PM. Thursday, March 30, 2006. Posted by eric l houck jr at 2:03 PM. Wednesday, March 29, 2006. Posted by eric l houck jr at 9:41 PM. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. Posted by eric l houck jr at 11:31 PM. Monday, March 27, 2006. Her car door (PN#H-06028). Posted by eric l houck jr at 10:56 PM. Sunday, March 26, 2006. Posted by eric l houck jr at 7:40 PM. Saturday, March 25, 2006. First warm day (PN#H-06026). Last night ....
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Dig dig | The Long Road Home
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The Long Road Home. Joanna Preston: haibun and haibun in progress 俳文. You have to dig deep, to bury your daddy. Fathers and daughters. Bounced on his knee. Perched on his shoulders. Best seat in the house. Best dad on the block. Keep the bat straight. Keep your eyes on the ball. Want an ice cream? Want to come with me? Pocket money. Mowing the lawns. Saturday morning, polishing shoes. A halo of grey hair. First Not with that boy! First Not in those clothes! Not on a school night. Not while I’m here.
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March | 2010 | The Long Road Home
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The Long Road Home. Joanna Preston: haibun and haibun in progress 俳文. Archive for March, 2010. Kokako 12 is go! March 27, 2010. Has been sent out, and looks absolutely gorgeous, even if I do say so myself. The cover art is by Jan FitzGerald. This time we had to increase the size from 60 pages to 64 pages, which was good in some ways (that we had enough good work to need it), but bad in others (costs more to print and to post). Oh well, swings and roundabouts. Journey to the Interior. Travel journal), part.
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May Song | The Long Road Home
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The Long Road Home. Joanna Preston: haibun and haibun in progress 俳文. A swirl of leaves stopped. By the traffic lights. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. I tend to writ...
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Sea Stone Poetry
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011. As the fog lifts. So do all these prayers. For my grandson yet born. May they heal his tiny life. So please say a prayer for tiny baby Adrian to heal, to develop and to grow strong. And pray for his parents Jennifer and Jose that they may be strong and blessed. Thank you. This is an old post but I wonder if you are still out there. I hope your prayers for your grandson were answered and that he is doing okay. February 22, 2012 at 1:04 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sea Stone Poetry
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Comes to me this day. Beneath a winter gray sky. And cool swirls of snow. It is a constant ache-this quiet grief that gets carried along from day to day inside my heart, sometimes big and sometimes small, but always in the foreground, never letting me forget that life is forever different, forever changed without my mother. Just a continuous feeling of grief and loss that can't be shared. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Visit my Web Pages. It's All About Jake!
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Sea Stone Poetry
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Thursday, February 4, 2010. How the stark cry. Of one high-flying gull. In the winter sky. Can return me to that safe-haven place. I roamed as a child. How I love my town in the winter! It is such a place of refuge for me, a place to reflect and gain solace. My day just isn't complete without a peaceful walk along the frozen beach, plowing headstrong into an icy north wind, or standing at the very place where the white-capped waves collapse onto the empty beach. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bloggi...
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Sea Stone Poetry: February 2010
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Thursday, February 4, 2010. How the stark cry. Of one high-flying gull. In the winter sky. Can return me to that safe-haven place. I roamed as a child. How I love my town in the winter! It is such a place of refuge for me, a place to reflect and gain solace. My day just isn't complete without a peaceful walk along the frozen beach, plowing headstrong into an icy north wind, or standing at the very place where the white-capped waves collapse onto the empty beach. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Blogging Along...
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Haiku SEA: ...
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Tiny Words - online. Daily HK - online. Simply HK - online. Snapshot Press - UK. View my complete profile. June 2, 2008. The moan of the wind. A compilation of some original attempts at crafting Haiku/Senryu/Tanka, which are continuously edited and improved upon, and new compositions added. Interpenetrating the source of inspiration. Simple, uncomplicated images. Finding the extraordinary in "ordinary" things. Objective presentation, appeal to intuition. Humor in keeping with "karumi".
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Haiku SEA: Kranji
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Tiny Words - online. Daily HK - online. Simply HK - online. Snapshot Press - UK. View my complete profile. May 26, 2008. A compilation of some original attempts at crafting Haiku/Senryu/Tanka, which are continuously edited and improved upon, and new compositions added. Interpenetrating the source of inspiration. Simple, uncomplicated images. Finding the extraordinary in "ordinary" things. Objective presentation, appeal to intuition. Human presence presented as an archetypical, harmonious part of nature.