grandma’s well
the water tasted like iron
and cold—
that darkness
from which I’m made
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Charles Easter
Charles Easter is a musician, poet, and massage therapist living in central New Jersey. He's won the Frogpond Museum of Haiku Literature Award twice. His interests include Japanese spirituality and culture.
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It's so good to see your work again!
white granite
my grandmother's hands
on my uncle's grave
Loved this one Chuck, the way the memory of deep, dark water and the taste of iron echo family ties and bloodlines! And a hint of cold mystery. Wonderful texture!
It's so good to see your work again!
white granite
my grandmother's hands
on my uncle's grave
Great, evocative, deep.
Loved this one Chuck, the way the memory of deep, dark water and the taste of iron echo family ties and bloodlines! And a hint of cold mystery. Wonderful texture!
This is wonderful, shiver-down-the-spine stuff.
Nice.
Strong poem. Good work.
Nicely done… poignant!
the river barge
leaks rust
in the blood
Thank you for writing Charles!
Powerful poem.. // Peter.
Good to have a tanka that's different.
Alan
water level down
rush of veiled ladies
around the mosque well
haunted well
the farmer's young lady
encountered ghosts
haunted well
the farmer's young lady
encountered ghosts
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