# 30 writing utensils
growing up . . .
still grains of sand under
my fingernail
søndag den 31. marts 2013
2013 Marts: Stuart Zobel
# 1 gathering
ice floes
a child with a bag of bread
among the swans
# 2 children's author from your own childhood.
the flagpole
a fair-haired boy hoists
his sister
# 3 pressure
low pressure ~
a light grey blanket
around his knees
# 4 fire
on fire ~
the first rays of spring sun
on the wood pile
# 5 breakfast
morning rush
one eye on the soft boiled egg
and one on facebook
# 6 wild life
howling wind
two wolves caught
on a web cam
# 7 status
free fall
a new gorilla
in the park
# 8 lines
her stories
I listen to the one
between the lines
# 9 salt
dead sea small cuts I didn’t know I had
# 10 erosion
hunger moon erosion of the young girl’s teeth
# 11 new moon
dark moon she leaves my Minnie Mouse lamp on
# 12 mystery
healing session the extra pair of hands on my head
# 13 transportation (haiga)
circumnavigation
another tiny island
in my logbook
# 14 pi
pi . . . .
an iron door slams
in my head
family circle
the math teacher names
his daughter Pi
# 15 paper
paper cuts
little words whispered
behind her back
# 16 storm
storm in a glass of water her own reflection
# 17 sounds
Sunday morning
each step in breakfast cooking
enters my slumber
# 18 crime
hate crimes for one day a blond girl wears a chador
# 19 shoes
worn-out the nurse hands me a bag with his shoes
# 20 spring kigo
here now there deep beneath the snow eranthis
# 21 teaching / learning
good morning
my global network
of teachers
# 22 scale
nine . . .
he points out his pain
on a scale
# 23 glass
stained glass
Easter sun seeps through
an archangel
again
in this antique glass . . .
snowdrops
# 24 moisture
the shape
of a moisture spot . . .
Freudian night
# 25 generation
a new tail
on the old rocking horse . . .
next generation
# 26 key
creeping twilight
the weight of the latchkey
around my neck
# 27 moon
all the questions . . .
did you see him jump
spring moon
# 28 sleep
sleep smile
a drop of milk trickles
down his cheek
# 29 hook (haiga)
a giant . . .
the one that slipped off
the hook
# 30 writing utensils ( haiga)
growing up . . .
still grains of sand under
my fingernail
# 31 tension and/or releas
silk moon her hands find my sorest spots
fredag den 1. marts 2013
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