A poet is a person
who can find his own way
by moonlight,
I hiss through clenched teeth...
the look on her face
Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012
A Room of My Own: Gliding Kayaks Tanka
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(*Added*: *Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCCII: "peace and
pieces"
day to night to day
smoke columns climb without end
Israel wants peace:
p...
