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Darkness My Old Friend   10 comments

This post is written for Emilia’s Picture It and Write Challenge. dark-allyway He could here the sirens. The police sirens. The police that were after him. The neighbor had called the police after hearing the gunfire. She was dead. He had made sure of that.

The night hides the crime

Passion gone bad rules  again

Darkness my old friend

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Posted June 20, 2015 by Danny James in Haibun, Haiku, Picture It & Write, Poetry

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Friday Fictioneers   29 comments

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).

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As a young boy  I liked to help my grandfather bale the straw, load it on his tractor  and then drive that old tractor to the outskirts of town and sell to the local crop dealer. He taught me to drive that old Ford tractor before I could drive a car. Some days we had to wait in line before we could unload our tractor. While he waited in line I went inside to  spend some  time  with the other boys my age.  I was having a ball.

But one day,  while waiting,  he accidentally left me there by myself.

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The Cave — Picture It & Write   3 comments

This post is in response to ermilia.

by Jonathan Taylor Sweet

Tell me again about the past

The one where everything was green or blue

Why now just us

In this winter cave

I only see the future and in this dream there is but one of us

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Carpe Diem #364 — Yaroslavsky Terminal Moscow   9 comments

Well … off we go on our first part of our journey straight through the Soviet Union with the TSR up to Vladivostok and finally we will arrive at Shikoku Island.  I combined a Haiku pared with an American Sentence. Special thanks to Bjorn.

Written for Carpe Diem.

Clouds out my window

violin strings are in the air

a leaving behind

Reflecting on the pleasure of the  journey that will be my future.

Table chair bowl of fruit

train whistles mark my journey

a new life begins

Posted January 1, 2014 by Danny James in Haiku

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