Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
SPRING AND DEPTH IN HOKKU
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And again — spring. Yes, by the old hokku and agricultural calendars, today
spring has begun. We have reached Candlemas — or by its more ancient name,
Imbo...
2 weeks ago
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