(2014)
#Haiku
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
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