March 13, 2026
March 2, 2026
The frogs hop
The frogs hop about the swamp. From lily pads to half drowned logs.
Their bouncing glee makes the swamp witch smile from her hidden hut.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
February 13, 2026
January 1, 2026
December 8, 2025
The cypress
The cypress slough grows deep and true.
The water still but blue.
The mud deep enough to sink and never will the body blink.
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