I am not in the know on the a2k anthology. Who is working on that?
It seems it's a project Craven has wanted to do since starting A2K, edgar. I figure we can do our part.
I would love to be a part of it.
ah, twas in the bleak December................................................
and for Edgar A.
quietly...we see those who have FLOWN before...
edgar....Cav...for you, Gautam, and John of England....
Olio:
A beautiful mixture of all we remember,
A gossamer wing that spins a sweet web
Where we submissively yield to the tender
Feelings and memories of those gone before...
It's called "life" ?
No one was ever named Wendy before the introduction of "Peter Pan."
I saw the sky turn over yesterday
The moon came churning up the ground
The sun bled like yolks of molten clay
The stars as fireflies we chased around
I found you on the balcony reading Emily Dickinson
Inhaling, edgar.
The glow worms line the banks of mountain creeks,
An eerie iridescent light they make,
I waded into water oh, so cold,
but did not cool my ardor nor my soul.
I took my hand and rubbed the sands of beach,
The tiny glowing things, what ere they be,
My eyes reflected them and they saw me.
The ageless call of nature...
young and and old.
I once taught someone to swim there......................................
Icy know in a still figure
Ivy grow in a spilled pitcher
The frame on the wall
Captures moments of us all
haikus.......
Shadows Memory
Framed on the painted wall
Truth in the grave…….
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Worm in the needle
Freed by the fish’ hunger
Float sinks in…..
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Hi,coup, (sorry, couldn't resist)
The haikus are lovely though somewhat depressing.
A cooling sun slants
Its rays on a turning earth.
As breath condenses
er, Houston, couldn't roger that.
