Tag: napowrimo2025glopowrimo

  • Charleston Tours

    Charleston Tours

    Charleston singles… the tales of the Swamp Fox told by our driver & then our footsteps across Fort Sumner

  • #Haiku (4/14/25)

    #Haiku (4/14/25)

    4/14/25: Moment of Laughter Day Edisto life… caught in #3gullscreamery rush hour #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #napowrimo2025glopowrimo #poetry UPDATE: for

  • Full Charleston

    Full Charleston

    From the mayhem of pedestrians on a second Sunday Kings Street fair to the scrumptious Shrimp and Grits Brunch at S.N.O.B on East Bay Street. The Rainbow Row & south of Broad Street elegant houses, the Confluence of the Copper and Ashley Rivers by White Point Gardens, the long loop to and from the old…

  • Weighing the Risk

    Weighing the Risk

    Facing the last league of the Long Walk. The blanched branches of the naked-boughed elms and oaks, last sentinels of a long-dried-out forest, lie behind. The broad scope of an undiscovered country awaits. I can lay down my burdens here and proceed no more. Or I can continue to place one foot before another and…

  • #Haiku (4/12/25) #senryu

    #Haiku (4/12/25) #senryu

    4/12/25: Walk on your Wild Side day the wolf with the red rose in her teeth… tango nights #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #napowrimo2025glopowrimo #poetry

  • A Passionate Reconciliation

    A Passionate Reconciliation

    That day you apologized for ripping me a new one. Saying, “You’re my man,” your arms around me, as I slouched on the couch. The heat of the moment telling me what your heart meant Slowly life seeps into my veins as I shed my hurt an anticipation of a horizontal makeup The heat of…

  • #Haiku (4/11/25)

    #Haiku (4/11/25)

    4/11/25: Day of Silence zazenkai the crows say nothing #haiku #micropoetry #napowrimo2025glopowrimo #poetry

  • Number-essence

    Number-essence

    one day the temperature dropping from Spring to winter Two times waiting for rain to lighten up Three old guys around a teacher’s room lunch table talking all the shit you can imagine four seasons although who can say five fingers to count off the ways this ends