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Sunday, November 20, 2011

I already know
the way home
guess what
I'm gearing up to go
gentle into the night

~ not after Dylan Thomas
were I not bald
I too would shake my white locks
at the runaway sun

~ after Walt Whitman

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Haiku poet Andrea Grillo sent two death awareness haiku, which I would like to share with readers. The first may have originally appeared in Hummingbird, though publication credit is not currently available. The second poem is unpublished.

scatter my ashes
in a summer garden
as daylight ebbs
and colors ripen


does summer really end?
my garden
deepens with each dusk
gold and russet highlights

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Haiku poet Donna Fleischer sent the following death awareness poem that first appeared in South by Southeast, 18:1, 2010:

a stone
between my dead
& fading footsteps

Thank you, Donna, for sharing your poem. I find myself glancing back at my own footsteps, wondering which have died and which are fading. I want to know something more about this stone. . . where did it come from and what is its texture, composition? Has it been set into place between these footsteps?

Friday, November 11, 2011

rainy day bookshop--
someday somebody will be
browsing through my books