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Literature
Haiku and Tanka
..
late summer...
composing a death poem
for a cicada
New Year's Eve
in Afghanistan
the same old war
cicada's death
so many ways to know
autumn
shaking off
the fly
a third time
I am getting too old
for death
revolution in Egypt
I "like" their
Facebook page
..
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Literature
Tanka and Haiku
..
the bag of bananas
all bruised
I ignore
her attempt at
conversation
that feeling
of anxiety passes
for a moment
the moon
behind clouds
benefit cuts
her letter to santa
goes unanswered
Christmas layoffs
she asks
the storefront Santa
for her mother's
job back
laid off
the snowman
without a scarf
out of work
he eats Christmas dinner
from a can
sniffing
her panties
summer heat
out of work
he folds the gas bill
into a paper hat
Christmas Eve
the checkout girl
covers a yawn
..
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Literature
Tanka and Haiku
..
solo mum
cleaning her daughter's room
the barbie
has more shoes
that she does
more layoffs
a stray cat drinks
from the gutter
discussing Deleuze
until three
in the morning
spring rain
on a tin roof
..
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Literature
Haiku
..
home from the war
everything's the same
except him
..
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Literature
Five Tanka
..
camellia
blossoms fall
he fingers
the faded indent
of his wedding ring
is it spring
already?
mum tells me
my cousin is off
to Afghanistan
reading
his poems
all afternoon
sparrows hop from
branch to branch
so many ways
to finish
this tanka―
a camellia
falls
two week old
daffodils
wilting in the vase―
her cousin
goes to trial
..
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Literature
Haiku and Senryu
..
in one browser
looking up news from Iran
in the other, porn
..
first day of winter–
the king of pop
is dead
..
eating alone–
I fold my napkin
into a crane
..
long grass
the weight of raindrops
on my skin
..
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Literature
Dick-Laurence Renku -FINISHED-
waning heat–
a few bare spots
in the melon patch
(L)
harvest moon–
sweat drips from his
balding head
(D)
termite tracks–
talk of Jackson's death
in whispers
(L)
dusk hollows storm winds resound
(D)
wet newspaper
Iran bleeds
into commerce
(L)
her father's voice
between each gunshot
silence
(D)
hibiscus flowers
in full bloom
morning skyline
(L)
tui song
steam from the tea
on my face
(D)
noon breeze–
the toddler mimics
an airplane
(L)
clear night
the streetlamps come on
one by one
(D)
city dusk–
the strip club's roof
in neon
(L)
red light district
a policeman
undercover
(D)
evening rain...
the working girl
haggles her price
(L)
homeless
smelling of cheap wine
he turns 50
(D)
acid jazz
a string of butterflies
in the crocus
(L)
Charlie Parker
on the stereo
a moth wriggles
(D)
Parker's Mood...
on the flowering cactus
a grasshopper
(L)
rubbish day...
throughout the valley
a child's song
(D)
coming dusk...
the rising pitch
of night hawks
(L)
bright moon...
th
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 6-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                Chapter 6: The Favour
        The phone rang. Jimmy hadn't gone to school. He spent the morning watching TV and eating cold pizza while his mum cleaned the house, which she always did on her week-day off.
        “I'll get it mum...” Jimmy said, jumping up. “Hello?”
  &
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 5-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                Chapter 5: The Parents
        By the time he reached Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's the moon had risen full and round.  Jimmy parked the car on the road and turned to the creature. “Look, I'm going to have to go in and talk to Bobby's parents. You wait here.” Jimmy laughed morbidly. “I guess it's not as if you've got a ch
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 4-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                Chapter 4: The Decision
        Jimmy was sitting inside at the table eating a fifth slice of pizza. He wondered if he should save some for the horse-creature. Bobby likes pizza. Bobby fucking loves pizza. Maybe I could use the pizza to test if he's Bobby? Jimmy sighed. It wasn't Bobby. Bobby was gone.
    
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 3-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                   Chapter 3: The Test
        When they got to Jimmy's house it was dark. Jimmy opened the backdoor and walked in. The horse-thing tried to follow him, but its shoulders had trouble fitting through the door-frame. It might have fit in on a different angle, but by this time Jimmy had also noticed how dirty it was. There was
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 2-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                  Chapter 2: The Friend
        When Jimmy came to he was lying on the side of the river in the sun. He sighed. I must have fallen asleep – it was all a dream.
        “Bobby, you're never going to believe what...” Jimmy said as he rolled over. What he saw stopped his wo
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Literature
Autumn Tanka
..
the tui
who lives at the
bottom of my steps
this too
is autumn
..
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Literature
Haiku Theory Part 1 -2009-
A Lot of Words About A Little Poem
An Introduction to Haiku Structures
Part 1
-Introduction-
A haiku poem cannot be defined according to the number of syllables and lines it contains (nor by the number of syllables in each line). Although I do not wish to go into the reasons why at this point (I will save that for a later discussion) the form of modern English haiku, as Haruo Shirane writes, “is a short poem, usually written in one to three lines.” (in Gilbert, 2009)  At this point our definition sounds very vague. If the number of syllables and lines do not define a haiku poem, then what does? And if a haiku poem is simply a short one, two or three-line poem then what separates it from other forms of Western short-verse or, in the case of one-line haiku, a sentence?
Patricia Donegan writes, in agreement with the Western haiku community at large, that “syllable counting... is not the important thing for haiku in English. Haiku is an experience, not an act of co
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Literature
Favour For A Friend -Part 1-
                                                    Favour for a Friend
                                                 Chapter 1: The Change
        Jimmy and Bobby were on their way home from school. There were two ways to get to Jimmy's house from school, which is where they were going now. You could take the streets and walk past the shopping-mall, which is what they usually did. Other times, like today, they would head down to the back of the sp
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Literature
Autumn 11
leaves struggling
in the wind
one by one they fall
memories of
a dead friend
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Favourites

Literature
Senryu Series 11
1.
election day
choosing the devil
I know
2.
first date
her parents question
our future
3.
road trip
the kids unpack
a squabble
4.
massage therapy
another old knot
of heartbreak
5.
deep recession
I add more spice
to the ramen
6.
televangelist
available on Itunes
salvation
7.
job well done
from the boss...
blue moon
8.
18th birthday
a postcard
from the army
9.
cemetery
even here
the poor section
10.
midnight diner
everyone feeds
the jukebox
11.
haunted house
we let the youngest
go first
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Literature
Tanka Series 13
1.
no closure
after your death
only poems
unfinished
on the dresser
2.
taking in
our delinquent son
a leaf
more golden
as it falls
3.
evening jog
out of the mountain
I arrive
at the edge
of moonlight
4.
mulling the question
can poetry stop a tank?
the potential
of a butterfly
at rest
5.
another cut
in teacher wages
one thrush
never making it
to flight
6.
distant cries
of southbound geese
I too
still stuck
in old patterns
7.
endless sermons
on the road to God
I follow
the shimmer
of a cockroach
8.
so many words
for winter sorrow
yet another
blank face
from the moon
9.
unable to afford
her dream vacation
I wrap
each gift
in tropical print
10.
LOST TABBY
please call this number
diabetic...
needs medicine
immediately

11.
new year
back in the office
the hall
still humming
with gossip
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Literature
Tanka Series 12
1.
surprise letter
from a friend at war
the weight
of spring rain
on my shoulders
2.
ravens calling
from beyond the pine
I'm the last
to hear
of grandma's death
3.
picking shapes
from an evening cloud
we imagine
the face
of our daughter
4.
another night
of constellations
I crank up
the wail
of Kurt Cobain
5.
mountain trail
from rock to rock
we step deeper
into stories
of childhood
6.
complications
with my father's heart
I bury
the memory
of his absence
7.
discussing risks
of another surgery
a hornet
pounds
at the window
8.
browsing ads
for another job
the promise
of rainstorms
at dusk
-complete-
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Literature
Spring Haiku Series
1.
spring dusk
the hooker darts
between cars
2.
morning moon
we bait the line
with liver
3.
aikido class
the balance of moths
in lamplight
4.
spring recital
every child
a rainbow
5.
her eyes between chemo spring rain
6.
reading Hiroshima
the distant boom
of bullfrogs
7.
trimming back
the bonsai
spring deepens
8.
fireflies
again I question
my faith
9.
this is
a collect call from...

first cicada
10.
spring dusk
my family shares
a shadow
-complete-
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Literature
Love is Mathmatical
[(x U y={<3})|(yx)]
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Literature
Winter Series 2
1.
her illness
beyond our care
winter birds
2.
explaining tanka
to my 5th grade class
a pivot
of laughter
from the hallway
3.
birthday morning
a brand new set
of aches
4.
winter stones
I hurl the last
of a gut bug
5.
city blizzard
the soup kitchen door
still warm
6.
bowling
with perfect form
on Nintendo
my grandfather's
arthritic hands
7.
tuition deadline
I stretch the hole
in my pocket
8.
deep winter
the green
of old bread
9.
donation jar
for orphan children
somewhere
my coins
in the shuffle
10.
CT scan
revealing nothing
winter sun
-complete-
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Literature
The Beach
Columbus Weekend. After the usual scramble, my family is finally on the road to South Carolina; two full days at the beach and all the seafood we can keep down. Between his legs, Dyson has managed to stuff every toy on the market into a Pokémon backpack. I've neatly packed a series of haiku essays. The downtime will give me a chance to work on my book.
road trip
to Charleston
embracing
my sibling role
as a pillow
The trip isn't all pleasure. Mom has business conferences during the day. We won't see her until late each afternoon. To kill time, Dad and I take Dyson to the shore.
children bobbing
on every wave
white gulls
The beach is serene in autumn. Elderly couples, children, parents. It seems everyone had the same urge. Terns chase the outgoing tide, snatching fish and ghost crabs. Occasionally, a butterfly lingers over the water, just high enough to avoid the waves.
Running from Dyson, I notice two pieces of driftwood by the worn gate. I toss one to him and we play "Ultra Wizard
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Literature
Autumn Series
1.
Halloween
zombies arrive
by van
2.
children's shelter
a faded cap
from Disney World
3.
waking up
to our email chat
your heart
still blinking
from the inbox
4.
roadside farm
the old mare blurs
into dusk
5.
returning home
an alternate way
the moon
6.
searching Facebook
for the one that got away
red leaves
falling
by the dozen
7.
deep autumn
my father's eyes
at 60
8.
slumped economy
a 30 minute wait
at Waffle House
9.
emergency room
her stable condition
on Twitter
10.
child's grave
from birth to death
the moon
11.
hiking alone I think the gray
12.
Black Friday
my neighbor's house
at a steal
13.
November rain
a familiar face
on the news
14.
arguing over
who should hang up first
the stars
fading
into daylight
15.
your absence
in every bone
north wind
16.
psychic hotline
she puts my future
on hold
17.
another day
in the rat race
I grind
my last mandarin
into juice
-complete-
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Literature
Weekend Hike
Blue dawn. After one last stretch, I start alone up Kennesaw Mountain.
dappled light
the sparrow's song
in pieces
Most Sundays, I would be joined by mom and, if we can budge him, my kid brother. Today they have opted for church. I don't mind the solitude. Walking alone, I focus on breathing, slow and deep into the stomach. In martial arts, this is called Qi Gong. The old masters would breathe this way to increase their longevity.
summer
on the young girl's lips
dandelion seeds
Passing a field, I'm surrounded by butterflies. Swallowtails, Hairstreaks, even a Southern Dogface! I've never seen so many at once. Among the insects, hikers scour bushes for ripening blackberries. According to the guidepost, this is where General Sherman suffered his heaviest casualties.
memorial park
the cannon packed
with moss
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Mature content
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Literature
Feminism in Fairy Tales
      Feminism in Fairy Tales   "Once upon a time..." fairy tales were not what they have become today. Today, when the term "fairy tale" is mentioned, it conjures up images of children's stories filled with magic and fantasy, always leading toward a happily-ever-after ending. But this is not what fairy tales were originally. Stories that are now commonly referred to as fairy tales were once not even written stories. In their early incarnations, they were spoken tales that were passed down from generation to generation, usually among the women of a family.
   The term "fairy tale" is derived from the French term conte de fées, which was coined to describe a collection of 17th-century tales written for adults. But even before the stories were collected and published in the 16th and 17th centuries, many of them had already become well known throughout the world as spoken stories, what are now considered folk t
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Literature
Tanka Set 5
1.
airport
guards flee
in terror
this baby tiger
sipping warm milk
2.
waves cresting
over the fishing boat . . .
a father and son
sliced thin
in its wake
3.
my brother's
last pack of cigarettes
in the trash
smoke billowing over
a starving raccoon
4.
the nothingness
of winter nights
scanning endless gray—
I wish Van Gogh
were still alive
5.
my friend overseas
collecting spoils of war . . .
returning home
he greets me wearing one
limb
6.
how quickly
his hands sort
soda bottles
resting under bags
in the alley dumpster
7.
on fire
in midday heat . . .
this homeless child
showering his body
with sewage
8.
As the stroller
tips into the street . . .
        the screams
        of a nearby car
        a faraway woman
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Literature
Tanka Set 1
1.
after the marketplace
bomb explodes . . .
three children
tossing a head
of lettuce
2.
dreaming of space
before sleep . . .
the earth lets me go
and I spin
under the sea
3.
strewn bedding after
a fight—
moonlight laces
her body
to mine
4.
Jasmine floating
in the pond . . .
I welcome
my new love
of tea
5.
bartering with God
at midnight
one hundred prayers
for one
snow day
6.
remembering
my uncle's lost art . . .
I grip
the paint can
and drum
7.
a girl shovels
darkening snow
near the footpath
her cheeks red from
his hands
8.
in a staring contest
with my cat . . .
suddenly
I read every poem
he's never sung
9.
kneeling alone
at the memorial
the veteran coughs—
with mud, he scrawls
his name
10.
longing to take you
someplace tropical
for our anniversary
I decide to wrap
you in my arms
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Literature
Haiku Set 1
1.
morning shower . . .
a spider infant's
first steps
2.
midwinter thunder . . .
a maple leaf kisses
snow
3.
new year symphony
the feeders softly sway
with a fox
4.
cancer . . .
grandpa asks
to play catch
5.
winter heat
embers from
a neighbor's roof
6.
dawn window
the first hints of gray
in my hair
7.
morning frost
only the whispers
begging for food
8.
morning thaw
the homeless man cuddling
his wife
9.
passing her garden . . .
flashes of red and white
from an ambulance
10.
moonlit walk
just me and her
footprints
[end.]
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Literature
Tanka Set 4
1.
this morning
an Evangelical shouts
the world is ending
as sky burns red
under sea
2.
a mother hanging
an American flag
off the balcony
her daughter salutes
and jumps
3.
after the funeral
a scent of daisies
near her grave
the frayed remains
of Aesop
4.
sprinting
down the beach shore
in this biting wind
all things turn hot
chocolate
5.
some vibrant red
car stopping
slowly
this man stealing
my virginity
6.
worrying
about how to pay
my debt . . .
I sit down and write
this tanka
7.
spring rain
mixing with sun
once again
daisies blooming
on her blouse
8.
too old
to run around
in the park
this three-legged dog
chewing his cane
9.
these last four years
rush through my mind
in seconds
my hair falls gently
to the ground
10.
praying
for the victims
at Hiroshima . . .
quietly I drop
my cup of rice
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Literature
Tanka Set 3
1.
quietly
in a midnight rain
the man sleeps
curled around
his daughter's grave
2.
another carton
of skim milk
in the trash
the soft whines
of a dalmatian pup
3.
spotting two men
across the train car
these girls
pad their bras
with TNT
4.
lingering
still this morning
your perfume
on the nape
of plush lions
5.
this pine sapling
stretching upward
through the frost
two bullfrogs awaken
from their cuddle
6.
before dawn
on the windshield
she writes our names
then scribbles
mine out
7.
the whistle
of an ambulance
after midnight
his one pebble
rippling the moon
8.
when I awoke
there you were laying
naked and smiling—
I wake up
alone
9.
behind canvas
the painter's father
posing with two Lilies . . .
he smells spring rain
on their breasts
10.
outside
the gentleman's club
this young woman
on her knees begging
for food
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:iconmoyanii:
moyanII Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
seriously, where are you, Dick?
i miss your lengthy comments...
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I-meghan-I Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2012
i miss you
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Phoneix-Faerie Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday (Well, maybe not that, but it said you were!)and Merry Christmas
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SOLARTS Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2010
Weird, DA has my birthday as 25th December, 1900 and I am unable to change it. Thanks anyway. Merry Christmas to you too. :)
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Phoneix-Faerie Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
...wow! Well, im assuming you arent 110? :)
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SOLARTS Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2010
LOL. ;)
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almcdermid Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2010  Professional Writer
Happy Birthday! I didn't realize you were a Capricorn.
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SOLARTS Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2010
Neither did I. ;) DA, for some reason, has my birthday as 25th December 1900. Weird. Thanks anyway. :)
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almcdermid Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2010  Professional Writer
So when is your birthday?
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SOLARTS Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2010
September 13.
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