William George Paul
Village maker, poet, storyteller, resilience man. planetshifter.com - poems and new myths. willipaulstudio.com - business and research. resilience vision - resilientcommunities.network
- haiku #36 My purpose falls from a tree as the green gunk barks back.
- haiku #35 Show me some love I'll show you mine We have until the end of time.
- "The End of the Gilded King" The throne stands empty but not cold Grass will grow through its cracks each blade remembering that face Their hands, once clenched in prayer or anger find one another in work From the silence something green begins to speak. (ed.) resilientcommunities.network
- haiku #34 The record spins another twisted day Thumbnail waits alone.
- haiku #33 The truth is my friend she bathes me in light The planet glows.
- haiku # 32 Sunlit waves at play shells whisper on the shoreline fun, extra, always.
- haiku #31 Ash turns into loam rivers hum the earth awake green spirals of hope.
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- haiku #30 Through dust, light filters love and care outlast the storm New roots rise again.
