I raise my eyes as
dove-duo triples in size–
no surprise: fresh food!
skat@2019
I raise my eyes as
dove-duo triples in size–
no surprise: fresh food!
skat@2019
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Seven doves
arrive each morning
at seven.
In the snow
on fence-tops, their plump bodies
cleave indentations.
Skat@2017
Cooper’s, I mistook
for mourner–no match for my
red vuvuzela.
skat@2017
Oblivious dove
gets a safflower-shower
of seeds from above.
skat@2017
Sheeting rain all day.
Feed-trays pool so much, doves are
Wishing for webbed feet.
skat@2017
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
did you get my message?...
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