Category Archives: Writing

101 by Leonard Blumfeld

101 haiku and fibonacci poems (fibs) by yours truly writing as Leonard Blumfeld, owner of and only contributor to the World So Wide blog, where some of these poems initally saw the light of day. The book continues to be … Continue reading

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In the vein of …

The wicker chair holds the door back –it might close from the wind made by the fan The whirr of the fan fills the roombut there are occasional scrapes and steps from belowwhere the cleaning man is doing his job … Continue reading

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Caught in conversation

“… speaking of golden calves,” the imposing white-locked man took an electronic cigarette inhalation break, “they can nowadays be called dark violet donuts.” “I see,” the little grey man sitting across from him muttered. Unperturbed, Whitelocks continued, “I am, of … Continue reading

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The air freshener mystery

“Sam Marlowe suspected that the abundance of air fresheners in the bathroom had something to do with the disappearance of the apartment owner.” – Dashiell Chandler

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Ein Haiku von Hiroshi Taniuchi

Um die Tür erneut zu öffnen, schließe ich sie wieder und wieder … – Hiroshi Taniuchi Aus dem Englischen ins Deutsche gebracht von Johannes Beilharz.

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The red desert

The desert is red. I’ve been living on its edge ever since I was born, that is thirteen years ago I’m told. I make pottery just like my father and mother. Sometimes we go to town to take the pottery … Continue reading

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August 1914

Hot, hot summer, dry golden fields of wheat, harvested Hot, hot summer, thunder of a thousand boots on dry golden fields of wheat Fire and death on scorched fields of wheat, blood harvest – Johannes Beilharz (© 2011) Originally posted … Continue reading

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Not today, sweetheart

There was that book from the wild and thrusting seventies called “The day used to begin with a bullet wound” One of your favorites But I’ve had enough of those wounds, so the answer is “Not today, sweetheart” – Johannes … Continue reading

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The poem review

Your poem is totally awesome! I especially liked the deep metaphors, like the moon hiding behind itself, and the similes, like the moon is like a harsh one to conquer. Nothing better has been written about the moon in decades. … Continue reading

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Jack Nicholson

Little devils clicking in his eye flashes – Johannes Beilharz (1979) From the poetry collection Rural Ditties (1980), typewritten on my trademark Olympia manual, acquired used for $35 in Boulder, Colorado, in 1977. This booklet saw an edition of 1 … Continue reading

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