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Haiku–Maw and Paw

In the cavernous maw of human endeavor, I play with my dog. (top: izquotes.com; bottom: pinterest.com) Advertisements

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Grill Rhymes with Thrill

Waiting for coals; the charcoal is still just warm. Oh, there is intense heat at the bottom of the stack, but it needs to spread throughout and proffer a red and white glow that hollers “Caution!” (Note: never work a … Continue reading

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Haiku–I Know Why the Caged Bird Springs

We are all human: a few of us light the way; Caged Bird rises free.   (from oprah.com)

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Haiku–The Origin of Net Fishing

Did the first fish net come from a man watching a spider ply her trade?   (left from camping-together.com; right from helladelicious.com; stockings from commons.wikimedia.org)

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Andra Watkins’ Book is Live

Here’s a link to my review of Andra Watkins’ new novel To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis. Check it out. http://www.amazon.com/To-Live-Forever-Afterlife-Meriwether-ebook/product-reviews/B00IA0MWMQ/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1

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A Cheyenne Woman Speaks to a Corpse from the Seventh Cavalry, During the Evening of June 25th, 1876

The Greasy Grass licks your blood from my hands. I cannot see where my own blood ends. I am breathing now the sharp air of your death. Your hair is the color of the grass, but is dead and strange. … Continue reading

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A Prairie Prayer

We moved his body to the rafters of the tack shed this morning. His woman, his mate, his best friend, will keep what is left of him alive as best she can. She is listening for You and seeks solace … Continue reading

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