blossoms, grass, wind – i inhale with all my pores this rich april night i’m not the only one writing haiku these days. disordered cosmos does, too, describing her (his?) PhD, the metaphoratorium has something to say about the rosetta stone, and these people do it all backwards.
turquoise alabaster veins run through a bright forest of rocks somewhere in a corner of my imagination. the cat makes cracking noises as she eats her food, the daughter clicks and clickclickclicks the mouse, and somewhere over in a corner of my imagination there sits a little treasure that i want to catch. the phone… Continue reading napowrimo, day 13: trying to write a poem
moving right along here with NaPoWriMo and a poem every day … today: 5 haiku. fading, the noises draw her ears out. she listens. but the song is gone. longer and longer. it takes. for the sun to drown. in… the.. pacific. washing the dishes under the old neon lamp. clean cup. wrinkled hands. alone… Continue reading haiku
for national poetry writing month, i’ll be posting one of my poems every day. today: a random poem, selected blindly from one of my poetry databases. all over this land my bell rings with water in it it rings and it brings cups full of overflowing worries nagging guilting voices saying no no no my… Continue reading napowrimo: random poem