late-night radio…
dust rising
from the convector heater
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Helen Buckingham
Helen Buckingham lives in Wells, UK. Her work appears regularly in journals and anthologies including: Frogpond, The Heron's Nest, Modern Haiku, Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years (W.W. Norton, 2013) and nada annunaad: an anthology of contemporary world haiku (Vishwakarma Publications, 2016). She won first prize in the Martin Lucas Award, 2016. Her most recent collection is the Touchstone Award shortlisted sanguinella (Red Moon Press, 2017).
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Well done, Helen.
treadmill
I watch the evening news
and sweat
i enjoy to read your poem, Helen
every time when i read it i hear a tune in my mind which i`ve heard last night
That ole dust smell, it’s coming round soon to us! Glad to see you on Tinywords again Helen!
late-night radio
subsiding at dawn…
this mockingbird song
late night radio
skipping stones across
heaven’s river
late night, silence
body heat radiating–
snoring