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Withering Cedars, Georgia, United States
My name is Tim Morris. I currently dwell in Northwest Georgia on my estate, Withering Cedars, nestled at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, with my lovely wife and two beautiful daughters, where I teach high school American literature. I have been writing poetry for the majority of my life. I write about what I see around me. When asked, I describe my style as "realist romantic surrealism". The environment, sex, jazz, religion, politics, family, etc., are the subjects on which I tend to focus. When I am not writing, I play the banjo, didgeridoo, or drums or wander aimlessly shooting odd objects with my camera.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

crow haiku

your shadow is swift,
falling drunkard through thunder,
a mere grazing touch.

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walking through the grass,
awkward obsidian clown,
worms laugh at your gait.

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black simplicity,
strutting murder in the air,
and then the silence...

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voices carry death
and dip below horizon...
ice creaks in sweet rum.

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in the noon day sun
your iridescent feathers -
oil on virgin snow.

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