jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

looking for a poem

in the blizzard

blindly,

looking for a poem

My jornal? This haiku on a mild Vancouver winter day, but filled with memories of New York blizzards.

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January 3, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

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