A kind of freedom every day new learningsa fact on my shouldera meaning in my kneecapa flood of sensory skills attacking my nostrilsthis body is a facility for instruction intakethis skin a container for enlightenment I expandexplore the spectrum of my curious auraingest the zest of data’s pulsing wisdomdabble mingle marinatein the unknown so foreign… Continue reading Poem 162 – A kind of freedom
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Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
Restructuring haibun this body needs an internal restructuring of language its cacophony of voicesbounces off bonescascades down cellsacts like a bunch of bumptious bratsat a bedtime they deny how proudly pugnaciouseven their malicious ponderingsoh, if only I knew how to sift thempowder them blow them away in oneharrowing howl –worth the affliction of this kind of release… Continue reading Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
Poem 158 – identity haiku & Bruce Meyer Interview Part II
identity haiku blue ink cuticlereminder of who I amshy spiller of words Interview with Bruce Meyer Part II VS: You teach writing. What is a facet of writing that you notice many students/writers struggle with? What is your solution/inspiration for this major writing challenge? BM: The one thing students struggle with is wanting to be… Continue reading Poem 158 – identity haiku & Bruce Meyer Interview Part II
