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a hora da voz

May 5, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / 1 Comment

eu ouço minha voz e me ajude a ouvir as vozes de toda a humanidade

mbrazfield (c) 2022

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sand

April 12, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

grains of sand kiss the nook of my feet

tiny made yet loudly they speak

with an itch at every step

digging my toes deeper

granules tugging down

to feel Earth’s womb

delivered

today

peace

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the therapy tray

January 24, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / 1 Comment
mbrazfield (c) 2022

you have now become

my comfort fire and scent

watching prayers float

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the sun and the crucifixes

January 8, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment
mbrazfield (c) 2020

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snapdragon haiku

January 7, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / 11 Comments

purple snapdragons
floating in a wide mouth vase
my eyes witness peace

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new start haiku

January 1, 2022 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

light fresh and vibrant
through my lungs it goes freely
restoring my life

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full of promise

November 6, 2021 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

sun falls upon hard city street
downtown day full of promise
and to think that we live
between final numbers
and fleeting tantric dreams

mbrazfield (c) 2021

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crowded ground

August 19, 2021 / mbrazfieldm / 8 Comments

a little girl chose me from the crowded ground
she gave me a tiny flower
as her little sister sang a pop song about a universe
no doubt a gift from the great beyond
to wash away the midnight in my heart

mbrazfield (c) 2021

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high tail

August 17, 2021 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

it
could
go
either
way
no
heads
or
tails
this
time
i
will
walk
blindly

godoggocafe image

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truth tanka

August 11, 2021September 26, 2021 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

i will wait silent
body heavy with living
my head yet holds up
with equal amounts of tears
just as many crooked smiles

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