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Seems only
yesterday we sang
(a bit tight)
Auld Lang Syne,
yet the eve has come once more
for midnight kissing.
skat@2018
A very Happy New Year to you and your loved ones, from me and mine (including the felines, Charlie and Prudie).
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Everyday
As I make my way
To the town
Hospital
I see a ragged wasp nest
Dangling from a tree;
I’m waiting
For the grey mummy-
Mask to fall,
So I can
Run over it with my car–
Ghost-wasps do not sting.
skat@2018
Winter is coming,
Habited juncos return—
Little grey nun-birds!
skat@2018
Bluejays have come back
The bald one is now Kojak
“Who loves ya, baby?”
skat@2018
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Little cyst
at my wrist, persists;
ganglion,
according
to consistent net results–
must not be disturbed.
skat@2018
An Ember for Thought
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Love, life and the damage of austerity
Casting for the Deep
the quill that shatters glass
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich. 40 y.o. Russia. Artist. Author. MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
My Pen Writes of You When I Write of Me
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
