tinywords issue 10.3 begins tomorrow.
recession rising from the factory stacks five small black
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October chill
the silence in this shadow
homeless…
a plastic bag drifts
across the sidewalk
sunrise
from village to village
a rooster’s crow
heat wave
at the big city
flower market
ten thousand shades
of radiant yellow
migrating geese
rising
out of my chair
slowly
two clouds collide
over rush hour
dense fog
the train evaporates
into a distant horn
flea market~
every old watch
keeps its time
moonrise
moonset
your nakedness
autumn afternoon–
an empty shopping cart
waits at the bus stop
dusk–
ten thousand blackbirds
and no place to park
lit fish stall
open mouths darken
in the night
she slips
into the blue haze
of memory
Staten Island
Ferry
clear
night
my
moon
shadow
settles
on
a
white
tombstone