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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Twenty-eighth Saturday, from Tsetserleg, Mongolia, one week and two days late

Sun filters through dust
Churned by horses' hooves, car tires,
Dogs, shuffling people.

Bright smiles, long black hair,
Red silk tunics, white silk pants:
Dancers take the field.

Wrestlers grapple, grab,
Muscled flesh shiny with sweat.
Foot sweeps! Thump. Ground shakes.

(These were written at Naadam, the national festival. Sort of like a country fair, outdoors, lots of coming and going, events, etc.)

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