the crawl
of the pool vacuum…
Month: September 2013
dry wind
a saguaro catches…
midday heat still ticking…
twice past
the same buoy…
dry well
I haul up a bucket…
joint checking —
our last…
male gaze the female in me…
arms race
how quickly can…
where the waterfall
becomes…
sunflower heart
the chiffchaff…
milkweed
a glimpse of her…
cowlick
some part of me
still…
first night
in her bed
wild…
I stop
in the zebra crossing…
disused road roots resurfacing…
clean the house
or read haiku.…
mackerel clouds
silver …
unweathered slats
in the…
week fourteen
my wine glass…
burning off the spirits …
Submissions for tinywords 13.3
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zazen–
my knees
won’t…