hortensia anderson, hortense at walrus dot com
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My creative interest lies in the opportunities for collaborative poetry projects on the internet. I have been able to work with poets from Europe, Australia, Asia, and from coast to coast in the US. I currently reside in nyc and on the world wide web.
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rough seas
a ship’s mast lowers
into cattails
nice one.
year’s end
the cabooseman’s lantern
swings into the mist
Not the shadow of a ghost-
only the rustle of oars
going away
veil of mist
cross the lake …
laughter of the loon
–
looking into the eyes in the face
the cool water ripples, from his grasp
hilltop resort
clouds
the scene curtains
overheard, just before dawn:
“thin curtain of smoke–
wondering can i crawl
beneath the door
macrame laced web
how were so many spiders trained”
–
magician’s act–
snowcap descending
into the mist