Category: Poetry
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Trail Sitings
I run a trail near my house quite often and on that trail I see many bikers, runners, families and walkers, 99% of whom I never talk to or know but all of whom are memorable. Here’a haiku about one such. White-haired pair hold veined hands ebony skin, pants, skirt. What have they endured?
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Ruth
Untitled by Ruth Asawa Ruth Her gestural grace and minute execution held the air in place. Crocheted row by row, wire flung out enshawled- hemmed in and out, space.
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Be Biased
Her words have been reverberating in my head for a couple of weeks now. “Be Biased“ I heard her talk, “Translating Science into Poetry“, at the first Write the Docs conference earlier this month. She did the unpredictable – applied principles from poetry to science. Daniya Kamran was her name. I attended the conference to deliver Sketchnotes: Communicating Complex Ideas…
