“Since I joined the speaking world, I’ve been a storyteller. One-minute observations turn into ten-minute narratives, and fleeting moments become micro poetry in my head. Sometimes I manage to record them before they disappear!”
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rime frost
packing her mantle
of photos
Heron’s Nest
~
leaves upon leaves
I pile them high enough
to disappear
Modern Haiku
~
titrating meds
somewhere in the chatter
her voice
Frogpond
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