The World Seems Brighter
At Nine Below, Beneath a
White-Blue Winter Sky
Can the Light Just Freeze
In Some Moment Between a
Wave and Particle
Stilled Beyond Even
Quantum Measure to a Place
Where The Soul Resides
Showing the Real World
In a Fleeting Moment of
Random Perfection
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Cleaning Up After
Thanksgiving’s Feast Memories
Floating in the Air
Brushing Crumbs Off the
Counter Into My Cupped Hand
Just Like My Mom Did
My Hand a Shadow
Of Hers, Lit By Her Joy in
Feeding Her Loved Ones
Radiating Across
The Years, Undimmed, to Warm Me
Despite Time’s Cool Gaze -
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Bruised by Our Knowledge
We Make Our Lives Sublime With
The Gift of Belief -
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Haiku with The Photography of Michele Gast
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Haiku’d Short Stories
Haiku with The Photography of Michele Gast
Haiku with The Art of Juliette Crane
A Year In Haiku The Podcast
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