Someone lived here once. Someone, long forgotten, subdued this ground, stacking stone and wood and straw in rectangular constructions — a dwelling-place, with stable or cowshed. Someone beat back the yearly incursion of brambles and saplings to keep a vegetable garden or a chicken… Continue Reading “Someone Lived Here”
The warming and dry. Not only those sands, the dunes heaped and rounded, but here. Where the umbrella serves as cover or cane, to gesture and point, left in the stand by the door, its folds with beads found between. And not. For: days… Continue Reading “Of & To British Butterflies”
Today, the mirror stares at you. It stares at your lips, your red lips, your red red lips, your lips, red. Red like a cranberry. Red like the cardinal that perched on your windowsill yesterday, with the cocked head and clipped wing. He peered… Continue Reading “Longing”
in the meadery, this offering of wine and honey . . . all that remains after angels receive their share ©2018 by Debbie Strange Debbie Strange is an internationally published short form poet, haiga artist and photographer whose creative passions bring her closer to… Continue Reading “in the meadery…”
slowly rising the winding timber staircase Abenaki Tower ©2018 by Tom Sacramona Tom Sacramona is a poet living in Plainville, Massachusetts, with experiences in both teaching and proposal writing. Sacramona is a member of the Boston Haiku Society and the Haiku Society of America.