Two-Seater Haibun

She rides it like a blue midnight broom around the town and back again. The wind says, I’ve been waiting … More

Recollection and Reflection

uninvited and welcomed momento mori the frost of things a reminder before pain, during numbness feet in the pedestal … More

Half a cup of ego A sprinkle of cheese Two pounds of narcissism A tablespoon of the mirror Of things … More

Wax and wane Wax and wane Meet her at the crossroads She waits for you With her torchlight Earth and … More

Leave me, it whispered Don’t leave me, it replied Let my essence fade away Integrated into the shade of cottonwoods … More