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sibilant fields
our lips slip into
wordlessness

 

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  • The Poems
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    • Haibun
    • Haiga and Visual Haiku
    • Tanka
    • Sequences
    • Collaborative Poems
    • Poemwords
  • Reflections
  • Print Publications
  • About
    • Contact Me
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