(2013)
Bar road
#Haiku
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…