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Landay 2 By Vivi Sojorhn It smells like Aunt Sissy’s store, my childhood, my learning beauty From different eyes that still looked like all the Hankerson women. I am not explaining it well, I know. But sinking into Memory takes me to the curiosity of my childhood mind Read more
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Haibun at The Crossroads By Vivi Sojorhn Her brow draws in too early today even as it seems no different from a week ago. She simply feels temptation arrive at her doorstep as she leaves to shop for cherries and apricots, oats and eggs. Wasn’t there more than chatting to the checkout girl? Her damaged… Read more
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By Vivi Sojorhn The Heat Dome was so hot it reached down and melted the freeway so that it slid forward on itself like a mother’s belly does when there is no baby holding it out anymore. For whatever reason it’s called buckling. The heat bubbles crawled over me like a fat suit, only… Read more
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By Vivi Sojorhn She was drumming in circles and Was told she must name her spirit hands By spirit or her logical keep A Robin flew luckily to her feet Now she looks every spring for Robin’s stand. 2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more
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By Vivi Sojorhn There once was an Egret named Phil He wobbled for the weight of his frill He had no idea ‘Til he saw in a “mirra” He held his head higher in chill. 2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more
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How did you think to make it through blood and war, both with your body and the world? Attitude, Girl! We must have SWAGGER even when the world does not. Then you were faking it? Some would definitely say so. However, I would say that I simply decided. You decided? Yes, I did. Because,… Read more
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Gardens Require Action Haikus 1. I will stand my ground I am a poet and serve words Pen and ink power 2. True gardens growing Involve activations of Our Hearts and Our Souls 3. Freedom means this wild Fury at times, further work Joys that gather us 4. Together prepared Helping disheartened humans Fleas against… Read more
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NOVEMBER PANTOUM Under scaffold and stone, dreams rise, Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood. Locks click into place, bridges sag with unrequited love, Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn. Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood, Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art.… Read more
