haiku, haikoan/queries, and tiny poems by Grant Hackett
should promises of snow empty the world of white
whose rose is brewed in the skull of the moon
when i am wordless shall my voice :: unfold within the ears of the dead
Love these!
Rich, Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad these struck a chord.
Love these!
ReplyDeleteRich, Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad these struck a chord.
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