by kenz | Jun 10, 2020 | Poems, Poetry
Wildness I love what’s wildmore than anything cultivatedto an excess so bewilderingthe essence is lost. The wild Nootka rose, for example,with its plain, flat, five-petaled flower,and the purest smell of any blossomI’ve had the pleasure to put my nose in. And, though... 
by kenz | Jun 9, 2020 | Haiku, Poems
After Cutting Haiku after cutting downthe tall grass i can see them-ripe wild strawberries! 
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