Two haiku born from tectonic movement today…
Glacial
Glacial margins,
heaving landscapes. No borders,
gridded dry stone walls.
Gush
Earth’s plasma gushes
from homespun moor, from fissured
rock, from glacial melt.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Shift‘ and ‘The End of the Day‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, Down in the Dirt, and Shooter magazine. He has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
Matthew Richardson 
Getting ready to present on Wednesday at the medical school on the wicked problems of climate change and human health. This haiku reminds me of what is at stake besides self-centered human endeavors.
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You’re right Christopher. So much at stake.
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I do like these two, Matthew. From the top of the glacial mountains to a mundane moor, I love the gushing rocks as the water dribbles down.
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enjoyed these two, Matthew, especially the first with its point3ed ‘no borders’ statement —
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