Monthly Archives: March 2017


his last breath the wind takes the last orchard leaf March 2017   mammogram my shadow leads the way   knitting a shawl grandmother folds into the fog © Martha Magenta Inner Voices: International Women’s Haiku Festival March 12, … Continue reading

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  melting ice her first letter after fifty years – Martha Magenta   tumbleweed the wind restyles my hair – Martha Magenta   brass bell March 1, 2017

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Elocution lessons   Elocution lessons are a necessity for a strict upbringing. The posh tutor made us recite the following until we were catatonic: “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled … Continue reading

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divorce his side of the bed has more room than mine   Alzheimer’s she buys another snow globe   mini skirt the wind whistles through the arcade   I caress his body in a spirit of ecstasy Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud … Continue reading

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