Dec20 Last day of autumn— with a skipping pen I scratch seventeen haiku. Words May30 three words from her pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Scribbling Dec13 on a blank note card scribbling one line of haiku with a bright red pen Solitude Aug17 for her transgression seven years of solitude without book or pen Cutting Aug12 the editor’s pen cutting superfluities from my first novel Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Words May30 three words from her pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Scribbling Dec13 on a blank note card scribbling one line of haiku with a bright red pen Solitude Aug17 for her transgression seven years of solitude without book or pen Cutting Aug12 the editor’s pen cutting superfluities from my first novel Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Scribbling Dec13 on a blank note card scribbling one line of haiku with a bright red pen Solitude Aug17 for her transgression seven years of solitude without book or pen Cutting Aug12 the editor’s pen cutting superfluities from my first novel Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Solitude Aug17 for her transgression seven years of solitude without book or pen Cutting Aug12 the editor’s pen cutting superfluities from my first novel Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Cutting Aug12 the editor’s pen cutting superfluities from my first novel Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Way Mar21 picking up the pen even though the light is dim— way of the poet Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Midnight Sep14 rising at midnight old poet gropes for a pen— the cry of a loon Future May30 these words from my pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds