Veining
Veining across the wall /
shadows of a struggling plant, /
weaving toward Spring’s heart.
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#veining #wall #shadows #plant #weaving #spring #hearot #haiku #haiga #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #wednesday #february #022124 #2024
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Cup
Rain fills the footsteps. /
Water fills the gray days /
and molds winter’s cup.
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#cup #rain #footsteps #winter #days #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #saturday #021525 #2025
Touch
Not so long ago, /
morning light saw frosted leaves /
holding winter’s touch.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #062525p #touch #winter #leaves #frosted #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #february #monday #020325 #2025
Dashiell Hammett’s THE MALTESE FALCON was first published by Alfred A. Knopf on this day in 1930.
“Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down-from high flat temples-in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blonde Satan.”
–from THE MALTESE FALCON
A treasure worth killing for. Sam Spade, a slightly shopworn private eye with his own solitary code of ethics. A perfumed grafter named Joel Cairo, a fat man name Gutman, and Brigid O’Shaughnessy, a beautiful and treacherous woman whose loyalties shift at the drop of a dime. These are the ingredients of Dashiell Hammett’s coolly glittering gem of detective fiction, a novel that has haunted three generations of readers.
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The dead partner in this story “comes alive” as the main character of another detective series.
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Steps
Success, my dad said, /
was often one foot ahead /
of the other one.
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#steps #foot #success #dad #ahead #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #senryu #knoxville #davidebooker #november #friday #110824 #2024
And I don’t vote for those who would ban books, especially to rewrite history or deny others their voices.
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Glimpses
With glimpse after glimpse /
you see the mind’s true nature /
and wisdom flowers.
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#glimpse #wisdom #flowers #mind #nature #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #senryu #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #wednesday #july #072424 #2024
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Roles
The clock floated free; /
the jack, pawn, car, and acorn /
left their roles behind.
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#060418-22 #pawn #jack #car #pawn #acorn #clock #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #davidebooker #laurenabooker #june #saturday
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The Monster
The thunder outside /
Echoes storms speaking within. /
Love breeds its Monster./
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#haiku #poem #poetry #may #friday #2020 #therwilightzone #williamshatner #nightmareat20000feet #rodserling #monster #richardmatheson #052220 #davidebooker
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“What is the universe? Space. Out of space came a coagulation that became a nebula, and out of the nebula, millions of galaxies, and within one constellation of galaxies, a sun, with our little planet circling it. Then out of the earth came us, the eyes and the consciousness and the ears and the breathing of the earth itself.”
– Joseph Campbell
#HappyEarthDay
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