My Daily #Haiku (7/12/22)
7/12/22: plane cicadas…a flight to New Orleansin five days #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
7/12/22: plane cicadas…a flight to New Orleansin five days #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
7/7/22: soap a handfulof soap aftercrayfish hunting #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
6/23/22: suspended suspendedabove the dafodilsa hummingbirdhow I wish I could freezemoments like these #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
6/23/22: alchohol “red, red wine…”a collegue drags meto the dance floor #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry
The omega. Always the last to feed, despite my part in the hunt. Always the butt of snickers, warning growls, scuffles—and the bites and flesh tearings that drive me apart. Always the omega. All because I run to my own heartbeat. Because my howl is my own. Because […]