Frances Koziar Poetry Collection
Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.
Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.
In harmony, in love
Though all things end
Even if it’s lightning in a bottle
Congratulations to the winners of the 2022 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Thanks to our guest judge, Reinekke Lengelle. Read the winning haiku…
it’s all garbage anyways that will just end up twirling around inside the Texas sized trash ball.
I watch the door, I watch the window. And flinch at every noise. Dream every nightmare.
Pandemic poverty more floods and fires and here and there a Machiavelli who can smile and smile and be a villain.
A haiku is a very brief Japanese poem of 17 total syllables in three lines. Line one is 5 syllables, line two is 7 syllables, and line three is 5 syllables.
She gave her life to art while her lover was tortured in the wing. My father would stare at the long avenues ahead.
where the humanity around me dissolves into bodies and the humanity within me dissolves into mind.