#Haiku of the day (March 10)
Daily haiku: Trams – Riders live and die/ Warmth turns to cold turns to warmth/ They loop on unfazed
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Probably my worst travel experience ever
Ok, my travel companion and I didn’t get physically hurt and no objects were stolen from us. But our sanity was temporarily stolen, or lost, or both. I had never felt so wretched while traveling, and I do travel quite a bit. Bad karma, or something, hit us at that point and there was nothing we could do to stop it, until whatever it was the universe was doing ran its course. And what I describe in this post was just the beginning of a very, uh, strange and see-sawing experience in Morocco.
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#Haiku of the day (March 9)
Daily haiku: Us – The first shy flowers/ Peeked out the frozen ground white/ Turning red in spring
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Leipzig’s Auerbachs Keller: devilishly comfortable
Saying hello (for lack of a better headline)
It was learning German, a break from my English-language academic writing, that brought me back to poetry. I found myself on a bus from Berlin to Leipzig writing a very basic-worded break-up poem in German, just for practice. (I will share said poem here once it has been properly proofread.) The next morning, I found by accident some of the posts from my old poetry blog still online. These two moments immediately converged into finally setting up a new forum for creative expression for myself and others. It took only a couple of clicks to set up a new blog. And a couple more clicks to announce it on social media. So here we are.
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