There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
Hi Lynne, it's been a pleasure writing the prose writes for your literary project - thanks for letting me know about it and thanks for sharing this poem, short but as with a lot of good poems, it leaves an impression that'll probably now stay with me for a while.
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Thanks Colleen. I'm pleased you responded to this. And I'm delighted too that you've been enjoying the Your Messages project too.
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20+ states holding primary elections today...blech!
nice to have stumbled upon your blog lynn. wemiss you at aha.
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Hi josh - thanks for posting this. We had a lot of coverage of the US elections in the UK so I imagine it's been 'total submersion' in the US! I'm in South of France now though, and they're much more moderate about such things... Have had a hectic few months with writing projects and moving but hope to catch up with aha and haiku writers once I'm more settled in.
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"stone chapel" haiku: lush as well as austere.. beautiful...full of sabi -
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Thank you, brett : )
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