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April the Cruelest Month - Senryu and Cinquains
creative commons license   f or understanding with men who have no clue about women the April days move | slow in snow wanting to be | rain blessing the ground she cries about corn | how now it's being monsterized | how it is her flesh wears more  than prot...

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March Senryū 2016
"Crows in the Hood" by Comrade Foot. Creative Commons. for the ability to live up to challenges we visit you here | in this place we can't fathom | with beautiful flowers grand love fathers \ daughters. some, almost perfect, no? there are those who could te...

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January and February Senryū 2016
February for staying in the present todays, and for those sweet yesterdays that will never come again. lazy day Sunday | breakfast with a new friend | end and beginning cool evening | sleeps and wakes a windy d...

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Journey Home
For FXA,  February 21, 1954 -
January 15, 2015 our mother water | cleared this day
a greener path | came down in thick ropes  ayer rituales | from that
cradle where you grew | all your traditions rooted in some strong | long ago
red earth pregnant | possibi...

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For FXA,  February 21, 1954 - January 15, 2015 our mother water | cleared this day a greener path | came down in thick ropes  ayer rituales | from that cradle where you grew | all your traditions   rooted in some strong | long ago red earth pregnant | possi...

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dedicated to the Cēmānāhuac Poet Laureate Francisco X. Alarcón You, King of Hummingbirds of Monarch butterflies of bluest gulf waters whose waves rise the height of skyskrapers to kiss winking stars in overcast skies You, a lighthouse that has always beckon...

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July Senryū 2015
for the sweet circle of life calabash of life | whisper your secrets in breath | of birth and of death Clover turns over | summersaults in her belly | she’s getting ready your son grows tired | of you moving on | without saying goodbye now you dwell mainly ...
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