Sweet china dish • I see you there each night Continue reading →
Once you get to ten • the next and the next haiku • roll right off the pen. Continue reading →
Night. Very quiet. • The cat is asleep. • The dog is asleep. • You are asleep. Continue reading →
It was warm on the way up, but on the way home the car insisted the outside temp was 91°F…Must be time for haiku and daily poem etc but I’m still rehydrating. Continue reading →
Fingers, off the keys, • lift up the forgotten pen • to scratch the paper. Continue reading →
A human being’s first responsibility is to shake hands with himself.
