It’s the middle of August and I’m somewhere in Arizona.
Driving and driving I see a patch of white on black.
Unusual it seems. I’m curious.
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Midwifing Death
It must seem a strange urge – to work with the dying.
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Alchemy
When sun strikes on a sudden morning
through a frozen fog, the ransom of Autumn lost,
a glory stands in silvered white, a gleam so cold
that now the tree’s breath shines. [Read More]
Again
You are no different than asters that fall dead
in sleep, reemerge each year strong and new. [Read More]
Stumbling Stones
There’s a way in which water flows.
It knows where to go without directions,
understands how to travel with ease. [Read More]
Variation on a Sparrow Haiku
My wren haiku is a variation on Kerouac-Berrigan’s collaborative effort.
Exposed
Like a feather
the bulletproof vest
fell off
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A Flickering Heartbeat
The storm
is brewing,
I can feel it.
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Susie
I knew him.
He had an old dog
named Susie.
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Amy Danger Waved Me Home
Sometimes there are days
when you think you know
exactly what to expect [Read More]
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