Decluttering
Poem The light in the trees shines my eyes The breeze from the white sky Cools my burning mind The life in the tall grass Cleans what I see The open space surrounding me...
Tagged: poem 95
A Visit to Nyack, June 30, 2013
Haibun Black icing. That dark chocolate mousse cake catches a ripple of light. The first bite — an explosion of orgasmic sweetness in my mouth. escaping rain Didier and Dumas’ French pastries We see...
We Already Went There
Spoken Word The emperor’s new clothes Slides from fingertips past lives Freely returned to their Place in the stars No need for stress We are what Flowers are for bees Breeze to mountains ¿Y...
