the swallows are back
as they flit through the sky
I think of my father-in-law
his ashen face
his rattling breaths
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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Friday, August 1, 2025
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Sunday, March 23, 2025
Deborah Karl-Brandt
the truth
of a soul revealed
a skirt and braids
for the shy boy
from next door
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
almond-shaped eyes
where are you from
always the first question
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
Friday, February 7, 2025
Deborah Karl-Brandt
cat's eyes
the blackbird tunes into
fortissimo
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
worn-out socks
learning how to mend them
into a haiku
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
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