Maureen
- Long bow bull's eye. Mud puddle battle. Washing down by the rain barrel.about 6 hours ago from web
- The nighttime sun through prairie rain, strawberry patch in a black bear's gaze.8:11 PM Jul 10th from web
- To conduct oneself in life in a manner that also suits dying.8:56 PM Jul 8th from web
- Wind rushing across the drought-scurfed prairies, peeling back the chaff for green.5:28 PM Jul 7th from web
- Prairie lightning; the periwinkle blue of late night sunshine. Cold beer.9:20 PM Jul 6th from web
- Fifty five north. Dill pickle chips and bug bites. I find I'm not hungry.10:52 PM Jul 5th from web
- I'm where I come from; too sad to be happy, too happy to be sad.8:20 AM Jul 5th from web
- We are time's only hours. (The palm of her hand's a lifetime of flowers).8:45 AM Jul 1st from web
- And what do you want us to remember? We will plant your favourites.4:38 PM Jun 29th from web
- Can't imagine this garden without you. What do you want us to plant?4:32 PM Jun 29th from web
- Sails furled, masts stitch a flat sea, waiting; thinking of @rhodacook with love.7:23 AM Jun 28th from web
- Woodford Julep, an echo of the Empress, on Portobello Road.10:23 AM Jun 23rd from web
- Wondering about wandering about London. Words under my skin.4:10 AM Jun 23rd from web
- We have so much cheese we could fit a big rig with very stinky wheels.11:48 PM Jun 18th from web
- Cornered a bumble bee buzzing near the ceiling, but it was just @Blaine.9:06 AM Jun 18th from web
- A bat dashes at bugs in a burnt-peach sky. Pea pods spill down the stairs.2:20 PM Jun 17th from web
- تبریک می گویم من-ناط خورت روسث -م3:09 PM Jun 15th from web
- Volcanic bird men; piles of augers; graffiti art in Saint-Etienne.11:34 AM Jun 15th from web
- The honeysuckle at my ear made the same sound as tires through fresh snow.5:36 AM Jun 12th from web
- The glass which all day caught the rain beautifully caught the wind and smashed.10:05 AM Jun 10th from web
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- Name Maureen Evans
- Location Castle in the fog near Belfast
- Web http://spezzato.org
- Bio I measure out my life in senryu: haiku of human foibles. Regarding existence as a writer, and the Occupational Hazards of Poets.
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