I helped my daughter • line up small white stones • she’d gathered. Continue reading →
Raining on car roof Resting in the driveway now Before going in. Eyes closed. Rain on roof That quiet resting moment Before empty house. Stillness and balance Suspended ‘tween rain and home Drops on the rooftop.
I heard one ask how • we, small as we are, • could possibly mow a field • or keep our paths. Continue reading →
A different kind of format today from NaPoWriMo, a Hay(na)ku. You’ll figure it out. Continue reading →
look at that! Poem #30. Continue reading →
Every person is responsible for his own looks after 40.
