Poetry Maybe
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Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
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It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
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The Carnival Boxes and boxes of dumbly stacked hammers, striking hardware shelves in heavily-cleft stammers. That which builds by force also destroys much the same…
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One more for the road. Nobody enjoys the end of a spent good time. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021 This will probably be the end of my Haiku spree over the past few months, for the time being at least. I’m going to be focusing more on stories, services, and other bits and bobs in
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I’m not an addict for making Haiku, can quit anytime I want. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021 Oh who am I kidding, I’m hooked! Happy holidays! 🎉🎉🎉
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Trinkets and baubles and pudding-stuffed dawdles, The hectic holiday season dawns upon us…
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Addictive wordplay, Scarce dotted tees and crossed eyes, Spelt rightly wrongly. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
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“We’re above nature.” Says the delinquent wearing a Canada goose. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 