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Since the start of its ongoing genocide against Palestinians in Gaza in October 2023, Israeli authorities have drastically escalated their policy of torture, abuse, & extreme deprivation of food & medical care against Palestinian prisoners in a desperate attempt to break their will.

#FreeThemAll

I have just constructed a Haibun Feed search all Haibun posts for the past 7 days.

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Brace Yourself: A Poetry Chapbook Amazon.com: Brace Yourself: A Poetry Chapbook eBook : St. James, Edward: Kindle Store

For those who like my poetry, you can check out my chapbook Brace Yourself here!

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It was self published so I appreciate everyone who does take a look :)

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The Cicada’s Cry, Spring 2026 Edition. I’m truly grateful to Joanne for giving this haiku a place among the work of such talented artists. https://thecicadascry.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-cicadas-cry-spring-2026-edition.html

The Cicada’s Cry, Spring 2026 Edition.

I’m truly grateful to Joanne for featuring this haiku among the work of such talented artists.

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Aw thank you so much 💖💖💖

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pink floofy cherry blossoms

I planted a dwarf cherry in the winter…just look at these pink floofy blossoms

#spring #tinygarden #gardening

My Stump   Its once stark white surface, now wears a veil of moss. A concrete nub, bleached mid-body by the daily rites of passing dogs.   Was it taller once? This throne for tired legs. This launchpad for brave jumps. When a young father's hand promised his daughter safety.   When I stood upon it, queen of the block. Feet planted, knees scraped, lungs heaving with chalk-dust and schoolyard air.   Later, it cradled my crouch, a sly cigarette pressed between fingers. Smoke curling like dragon breath, a malignant interlude between school and home.   Later still, when I was broken it became a marker.  A place to reach as I learnt to walk again.  A place to rest as I progressed.    Now I pass it daily. between my own front door, and the house where my mother dwelt. It doesn’t speak, but it remembers.   My children have stood on it too. I’ve held their hands, felt the tug of memory in their weightless leap.   Will they recall it? That stub of stone. Unmoving, silent, yet somehow sacred. A witness to generations - growing up, growing old.

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#PoemsAbout
#Gravity
#Poetry

I couldn't write anything new, but this is one written a while ago that never found a home. I've updated it slightly, it sort of fits, and @oyoguhito.bsky.social poem put me in mind of it.

Aaryana is winning the contest that decides who will be the next Queen or King

but her enemies—which may include her sisters—are determined to change that

buy book 1:
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👸ambitious FMC w/ soft❤️
🫅LI who’s protective of his siblings
🧜‍♀️
💘fake courting
🖤slow🔥hate-2-love

#booksky

Thank you 🥹✨

Thank you, Jen! ✨

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Quite unbelievably my poem has *won* the 2025 Touchstone Award for Individual Haibun - I’m stunned. Huge thank you to editor Roberta Beary of Modern Haiku and the panel of judges

(how cool is that x 3)

floofy cherry blossoms

pink floofy cherry blossoms

I planted a dwarf cherry in the winter…just look at these pink floofy blossoms

#spring #tinygarden #gardening

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Yay! 😂

Thank you! It was amazing! 🤩

Powerful!

The poem has some special spacing…difficult to add in “alt space” Through the Depths By C. Oulens Every day, or perhaps every other day Irrespective of whether it's a Tuesday or a Saturday Regardless of a dark-draped night or a silk-skein day Notwithstanding a lazing a musing or a bustling day At some point of time, I stand pointless at the tip of some bay sinking sans gravity Just the one weight - the head; and void sinks in and swells like a torrid tempest in a mouthful of water of some known alien taste Images refuse to surface inside eyes of iron- clad casks The chest — a dead sea — and in it the only thing alive that kicks — tentacled despair. Still, every time, not Just every other time the limbs in nick of time make their presence felt Eyes light up with infinite rainbowed bubbles — Amazement abounds all around in the depths and I stretch my arms and kick my feet back all the way up thrust by buoyancy of the indefatigable the lithe life!

For #PoemsAbout #Gravity, one of my old pieces written sometime in 2024, and featuring on my poet’s page on #sixtyoddpoets on #substack by @zoomburst.substack.com
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Thanks for reading 🙏🙏
#Oulens #NaPoWriMo #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

I watched Bring Her Back on the plane…now that’s a movie you don’t want close to your face 🫠

Really good though 🖤

#horrormovies #A24

You’re welcome 😄

You’re welcome 😄

#idf #warcrimes #genocide #ethniccleansing

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Sometimes my #DeerleapHollow series gets me down because I think I’ll never get it finished…but then someone buys all 11 books in one fell swoop and if that isn’t motivation to complete book 12 I don’t know what is - thank you whoever you are 🥹

#writingcommunity #booksky

Last day boo - I’ve always wanted to come to the Cape of Good Hope absolutely stunning geography, edge of the world, from here nowhere to go but Antarctica…

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Totally obsessed with the sushi and seafood here

#CapeTown

Elephants in my way 😡