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Showing posts with label John Hawkhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Hawkhead. Show all posts

Monday, February 24, 2025

Thursday, November 21, 2024

John Hawkhead

an old shoe

sinking into the earth

its silent tongue

John Hawkhead



anniversary

she folds his shirt’s arms

around her

John Hawkhead

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

John Hawkhead

ghost orchids

no matter what I do

everyone dies

John Hawkhead

Monday, July 15, 2024

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drifting blossom

churchmen want to know

where I have been

John Hawkhead



tumbling litter

a gang of street crows

shoots the breeze

John Hawkhead

Sunday, May 5, 2024

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late arrival

mum joins the family

grave

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schoolyard teams

the last one picked

the first to die

John Hawkhead

Friday, February 2, 2024

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assisted dying

shadows in the slipstream

of a nightjar

John Hawkhead



identity thieves

stamped on her headstone

blooms of lichen

John Hawkhead

Friday, November 3, 2023

Saturday, September 23, 2023

John Hawkhead

moonlit surf

flickers of white lace

below her hemline
 

John Hawkhead

Tuesday, July 4, 2023

John Hawkhead

full moon

the ebb and flow

of our breaths

John Hawkhead


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funeral planning

the very last time

I’ll wear a tie

John Hawkhead

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

John Hawkhead

sky drums

crows in the skeleton tree

call down the storm


John Hawkhead

Friday, May 27, 2022

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obituary column

my old teacher’s name

in the register


John Hawkhead

Saturday, March 26, 2022

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oceanic spray

great clouds billow

from walrus nostrils

John Hawkhead

Monday, January 31, 2022

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stethoscope chill

the doctor tells me

the good news first

John Hawkhead

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Saturday, November 27, 2021

John Hawkhead

morning bus

all the streetlights

swagged with fog

John Hawkhead

Friday, November 26, 2021

John Hawkhead

whittling pine

I release the shape

of its scent

John Hawkhead

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

John Hawkhead

deep in her pocket

a shallow layer of dust

that once was someone


John Hawkhead

Friday, August 27, 2021

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rolling thunder

the first drop of rain

never falls here


John Hawkhead

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

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hellfire and brimstone

the priest describes the path

to forgiveness


John Hawkhead

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