Teri West

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StoryBeautiful Katy Teri West111 years 9 months ago
StoryAunty Katy's Garden Teri West011 years 9 months ago
StoryA Flat Minstrel Teri West311 years 9 months ago
Forum topicItalics Teri West711 years 9 months ago
Forum topicAunty Katy's Garden Teri West011 years 9 months ago
Forum topicRE: Meetings with Remarkable Poets Teri West011 years 9 months ago
CollectionHaiku Writing Teri West011 years 9 months ago
CollectionThe Aunty Diaries (for Children) Teri West011 years 9 months ago
CollectionVarious and Diverse Teri West011 years 9 months ago
CollectionPoems Teri West011 years 9 months ago
StorySo I Said to this Buebell . . . Teri West311 years 10 months ago
StoryTo My Friend (who finds chocolate impossible to resist) Teri West011 years 10 months ago
StoryQuestions! Commands? Teri West011 years 10 months ago
StoryMeetings with Remarkable Poets Teri West211 years 10 months ago
StoryHaiku 10: February 27 2012 Teri West011 years 10 months ago
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StoryHaiku 3: February 20 2012 Teri West011 years 10 months ago
StoryHaiku 2: February 19 2012 Teri West111 years 10 months ago
StoryHaiku 1 : February 18 2012 | Teri West313 years 2 months ago
StoryHappy Hens Teri West216 years 2 months ago

My stories

Haiku 2: February 19 2012

RS: Insatiable Henry Slave to dust Sucker TW: Reading housework stuff Stove sighing, needing feeding Very tiring – Shhsssh!

Haiku 1 : February 18 2012 |

Haiku Stalking Actually . . .

To My Friend (who finds chocolate impossible to resist)

I stood, thinking of you - while tenderly stroking the bar of chocolate (butterscotch, Co-op and Fair Trade) that I'd bought for the Buddhists - for a full minute. Then I thought,

Questions! Commands?

I said to my dharma sister; over the telephone, “Why don't you have an email account?” There was a deep silence – I felt her breathing – and, I suspected, bristling.

Happy Hens

Happy Hens The hens were happy. Across the valley the church rested on the sky line sculpted in an uncertain light.

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