Season HB

Joined January 2021

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Not bound by a desire for too much structure, my craft is often somewhat vague with the intention of echoing the experience of connection and emotion as universal truths with informed elements of science, poetry and nebulosity.

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Humbled
The god’s own step stone, amidst the mists of heaven. A steepness in us. This isn’t part of the submission but apparently in order to submit this poem it has to be a one hundred word entry which doesn’t make any sense if a Haiku is what is asked for. Seeing as there were no instructions to address this and despite explaining myself fully and clearly to support they were somehow unable to assist me. Since I’d like to submit the request on time I am simply explaining myself and hoping you will see that this paragraph isn’t part of the haiku itself.
By Season HB3 years ago in Poets
Moonbeam
Anika. The most beautiful human I ever knew. My mind’s eye conducts vivid interjections of our time together, but what is a mind now? Time no longer exists as it once did. I can look in on Anika while peering through a membranous, fuzzy barrier. A colossal, echoing voice that at once sounds like music and like terror rips through me when I get too near the barrier. “You must have an architect’s key!” it booms superbly through me as I edge as closely as I can to Anika.
By Season HB5 years ago in Psyche

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