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the six seasons my skin is dry like the earth I am in between seasons and wait for rebirth how many seasons are there in an existence or is that the wrong question 3 March 2021 aged 63 ninja cockatoos ninja cockatoos fly southern cross formation across Brisbane Ranges 1 July 2020 solstice In the … Continue reading

oudmigrations

Oudmigrations is a platform for documenting the journeys and histories of ouds

Failing at Haiku

My poetry about flowers, faith, and family.

William P. Coleman

«Eppur si muove.»

Icebox

Haiku express moments; hailstones are momentary things; frozen in time, they are stored here in the circle's icebox

breath, a collection of haiku

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