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Apr 2013 little Bird

Haiku ( weeds )

Apr 2013 little Bird

Seán Mac Falls

Haiku ( weeds )

She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.

Apr 2013 little Bird

3 inches

Apr 2013 little Bird

brooke

3 inches

I tell her:
you will not
be ugly if you
cut your hair

because when
she was small the
kids called her
fat and the

boys called her a
boy which was
okay but not

so this long hair
was a rebellion
as she proclaimed
i really am a girl

i really am a girl

i really am a girl

won't you believe me?

(c) Brooke Otto

Apr 2013 little Bird

Here Dead We Lie

Apr 2013 little Bird

A. E. Housman

Here Dead We Lie

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

Apr 2013 little Bird

Quakes.

Apr 2013 little Bird

Ayaba Babe

Quakes.

the heart aches
like
earthquakes.

today
i allowed myself to feel
heartbreak
one very last time for you.

the sun was settling,
silhouetting the city

it felt like
the burial site of massacred dreams.

Apr 2013 little Bird

a dictionary definition of depression

Apr 2013 little Bird

marina

a dictionary definition of depression

toska (n.)-
a dull ache of the soul,
a longing with nothing
to long for

not really a poem at all, moreso just a thought.