Category Archives: Lindens

Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading

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At The Deciduous November Riverbank (TDNRB)

The elms and lindens scatter gold and the maples discard flawed rubies— but the stingy autumn oaks hold tight to tarnished pennies

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Early August Cinquain

August, and the lindens are spent. They’ve long since shed their pale, pungent flowers and gone to seed.

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Under the Sweet Linden Tree (with short process note)

Another experiment in tanka that I came up with last night. This was fun—and damn difficult to get this close to right—and almost certainly a one-off; the rhyme scheme grew out of refusing to accept that I couldn’t repeat the … Continue reading

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The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku)

Looking for something to write last night, I figured why not try marrying another two forms? And so I built a ghazal out of haiku. The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku) Rose petals rust from salt heat you … Continue reading

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Down by Province House

Down by Province House Down by Province House, on a bench under the slow-flowering lindens, a man sits loose-limbed with a bottle of rum tucked inside his coat, close to his heart; warmth trickles down his throat and bleeds into … Continue reading

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