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This kasen renga was written as a collaborative process in class, with the following authors writing each link:
1 Susie Wirthlin
2 Elise Scannell
3 Cindy Chen
4 Susie Wirthlin
5 Kate Eagler
6 Becky Smith
7 Susie Wirthlin
8 Susie Wirthlin
9 Elise Scannell
10 Aubrie Cox
11 Jennifer Kibbat
12 Randy Brooks
13 Nora Kocher
14 Kate Eagler
15 Elise Scannell & Kate Eagler
16 Susie Wirthlin
17 Nora Kocher
18 Cindy Chen
19 Susie Wirthlin
20 Becky Smith
21 Jennifer Kibbat
22 Susie Wirthlin
23 Becky Smith
24 Cindy Chen
25 Cindy Chen
26 Susie Wirthlin
27 Kate Eagler
28 Nora Kocher
29 Nora Kocher
30 Jennifer Kibbat
31 Susie Wirthlin
32 Aubrie Cox
33 Nora Kocher
34 Jennifer Kibbat
35 Aubrie Cox
36 Elise Scannell
Woppy-Soppy
open window
letting the papers
fly away
door slams shut
she opens her eyes
at breakfast
the aroma
of fresh coffee
under the table
he licks up the crumbs
moon viewing
she's late
again
his reflection
caught in stained glass
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baptismal pool
a drop of water
clings to my lip
inside his lunchbox
minnows again
walking through
the budding wood
at a turtle's pace
abandoned cabin
in the thicket
rusty nails
pin back
the curtains
a flash
in the cracked window
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thick moonlit fog
envelopes
the crime scene
flinging the evidence
into the river
trudging
into the bar
woppy-soppy
I scrape my pockets
for the last dime
she buys flowers
for the cross
on the side of the road
cars fly under a dark sky
silence still
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first frost
the crack
of dead trees
little footprints
in the snow bank
wedding seed
leftover
for the birds
white silk
re-tying the knot
rose petals
landing
in my wine glass
sunset disappears
a man smokes his pipe
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standing alone
see you later
instead of goodbye
the wet clothes
cling to her cold skin
icy lake
fish dance
beneath the surface
journal entries waiting
on Alaska's sunrise
beneath their stars
wolves serenade
the cabin
autumn rain hits
the weathered rooftop
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sun-bleached planks
the old dock slowly
sways
a frog glides
into the reads
under the bed
postcards from places
I've never see
Tequila sunrise
in Mexico City
someone
calling my name
in the blossom storm
wooden flute
soothes the restless air
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