Senryu #14 (Edit)before charred clarinetsconductor cuescacophony
wishing wellcoin clanksdehydrated wellwish wasted
Senryu #13dormant embersrekindlea rooster crows
Magnetic BeastsHe found his way inside,gnawed on my mind and crawled my buttons.A worm, tunneling through my brain,leaving tiny tracks everywherefor faster travel to millions of wires.He drank my spinal fluid,slurped it in with a greedy grinuntil one day he'd finally had his fill:left my back bone bentlike a Dandelion in July.He spilled his gallthrough his mouth into mine;impregnated me with stalagmite tripletsthat slowly pierced me from insideand left deep circular holes.The three circles grew into scars,blended with the marks I grewfrom past failures at recognizingthe beasts hidingbehind drawn magnetic curtains.
Haiku #5pink headpeeks outhalf-eaten apple
KinesicsI notice how you struggle to fire up any oneof your many worn out lighters,flicking them rapidly when you're angryand only this release can tame you.I've learned what they mean:the small tics around your dimpleswhich appear as you smile,while you tell me one of your cellophane lies.I see the tremble on your dry lips,twitches in the corners of your avoiding eyes,when you halfheartedly bury your sadnessunder cliches, or strained smooth-talking.I watch you twirl across the floor,the motion lifting your skirtjust above your hipsand you float serenely towards me,soothing my mind with your emerald eyes:radiating affirmation of our silent unity.
Senryu #12canine howlsat camp night's endred trails exposed
VioletWhitest Violet -noble and devout.Her virtuewilted;a midsummer's drought.
Bigearswebbed wings aflutterfurry flyer zips, zigs, zagscatching bugs and vibes
The Forecast is Freedom umbrellas raisedagainst a rain of teargas — heroes every one
Impromptu Astronomy a pierced receiptcasts a shadow on my shirt eclipse watching
moving awayfraying on sidewalkleaves reach out small arms, trembleoutwearing edges
Bedtime singing lullabieshe holds onto my collar — again?
The MoonThe moon in the sky,It shines the path in the night,Travel safely, Child
The Grand Circle - Grizzly CreekLeaving Denver we climbed up into the Rocky Mountains, slowed by our capricious car. Through deep tunnel and vaulted vale we crossed the continental divide. Then down, down, endlessly down as our ears ached with the pressure change. For my young son it was all a bit too much, so we turned off at a rest stop to stretch our legs and relax. We ended up near Grizzly Creek on the Colorado River, an oasis of calm in our hectic day. With our magpie guide we walked a winding trail down to the river. There we sat for a long spell, drinking in the view. Then, as if reading my very thought, my son knelt down and selected a pebble to throw into the river. We stayed there for quite a while soaking up the sun, taking great pleasure in the search for beautiful stones to return to this glorious river. on a river bankhe picks through mud with care for just the right stone —leaning out, fearlessly farhe casts i
063. Cold EmbraceThe silent fall of snowflakesCrowns the mountains' lavender summits,Wrapping them in cold embrace.
One Bright FeatherLast upon the old stone ledgeLights the autumn leaf –One bright featherFrom phoenix wings.
Haiku #3golden feathersnesting eggsfox on the prowl