Uploaded on September 22, 2011 When Mother reads aloud, the pastSeems real as every day;I hear the tramp of armies […]
103/365: If
Uploaded on September 20, 2011 If my bed were a racing carAnd I were the driver in it,I would travel […]
102/365: She Walks in Beauty
Uploaded on September 19, 2011 She walks in beauty, like the nightof cloudless climes and starry skies;and all that’s best […]
101/365: Design
Uploaded on September 18, 2011 I found a dimpled spider, fat and whiteOn a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike […]
100/365: Maple Leaf
Uploaded on September 17, 2011 i catchthe maple leaf then letit go —John WillsThe Haiku Anthologyedited by Cor Van Den […]
99/365: The Scholar
Uploaded on September 16, 2011 My days among the Dead are past;around me I behold,where’er these casual eyes are cast,the […]
98/365: Too Much
Taken on September 15, 2011 Jonathan BlakeAte too much cake,He isn’t himself today;He’s tucked up in bedWith a feverish head,And […]
97/365: Cattails
Uploaded on September 14, 2011 Big cattailsStood around the pondWaving at him to say,“The bank is steep,The water’s deep,Be careful, […]
96/365: My Land is Fair for Any Eyes to See
Uploaded on September 13, 2011 My land is fair for any eyes to see—Now look, my friends—look to the east […]