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Haibun
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Another Solstice
and the blackbirds are singing. The wind carries a chill that pricks my arms, my neck and brings my attention to my body. Alive. Responding.
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New Year Photo Haibun
January’s lightensures everything newbegins in shadow
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Feuerzangenbowle
A Mixed Media Haibun
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Perspective in the Time of Covid
Let us be quicker to praise than to find fault. DESMOND TUTU Every morning I sit and consider “Right View” – right defined as skillful. “Right Intention” – defined as skillful intention. Some days I am fully aware that it is an effort of self-improvement, despite my wanting very much to give up that particular…
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Bedtime Dialectic
I can’t sleep without the fresh air anymore. Maybe all those years sleeping in the unfinished loft made it so. I cocoon myself in the duvet. I sink in the soft mattress, until it feels like being cradled in the sag of an army cot. We move, and we rearrange: novelty, and the familiar.
