Bluefin TunaBitter friend, pour me the sound of mountainsclimbing under the waves like spreading gills.These fingers liftTo the ones left behindTo the ones silentTo the ones hunted and cradledup and out of the grass green watersin gentle nets: I say, you do not surprise meknocking the waves and wood with sullen flank.You are not unfamiliar, in your blue slip,in this dust of droplets, saltingfirst the dry dock, then the ice.
When the kettle explodesWhen the kettle explodes into shrill white steam, I will not be there.When you look up,the cup will notbe in my hand, the swirling teaspoonnot in my other. The world will shatter, without me,on the edge of a machine recording.I will be your dial tone.
When sadness leavesSadness left me, turnedand closed the doorand hasn't stopped by since."You have no right to me," it said."Just give me one reason," it said."And we'll be together," it said.Dried prunes in the bowl on the tablehad nothing to say. The cat,even less."How dare you," I said."You never put the toilet seat down," I said."I'm better off without you here," I said.And hoping sadness would get held upin a Market Street bazaar, or robbery in progress,I crossed its name out in my address book,and crying, tried to come up with a reason.
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,threads of purple clouds unravelacross a flaming sunrise.
Haiku Series 41.sheddinghis old ways too…spring gecko2.heavy dusk—a brown bat shiftsto ragtime3.protest morningshoulder to shoulder...the sparrows4.after gunsafter tear gas...spring moon5.in the heatof impending war…autumn snail6.after divorcethe spaces betweenstars7.billiard hall...another universebegins8.deep winterthe mountain shrinkingto sparrows9.predawn hikethe quiet inhaleof stones10.solstice night,wrinkles in the mountaingrow deeper11.New Year's morningthe stray's 9th lifeexpires12.Chicago morningeven the pigeonsbustle13.semester overa crow dipsinto slang14.deep autumnnodding to the sermonof crows14b.deep winterthe brimstone sermonof crows15.new waysof taxing the poor,snow moon16.storm over the rising chorus tree frogs17.home late,a wolf spider prowlsthe welcome mat18.end of summerfireflies settlein the junkyard19.breaking curfewfireflies wanderthe lemon grove20.end of thecorporate ladderautumn
2010 May Haikuthon |-:-| -31-tree-shapedhole in the sky:silhouette -30-guardat the pondside:sapling -29-forgotten jewelsdarkly gleamingnight sky -28-yellow roses andsoft white feathersfor a coward -27-cactus'gnarled fingersreach for a drink -26-deep red rosefrom the thornsa drop of blood -25-thrush in the windowfiercely attacksthrush on the windowsill -24-bubbles of joyrise likechildren's laughter:a prayer journalof jokes for God. -23-children, gra
Fragilecrepe myrtle blossomscrushed by my shoes on the walkvet kept still kitten
Tigre de papierBase de poissonDe vallées en montagnesEt un pli pétale(c) Tom Thomas Krebs
The Only Constantin golden rainbowwomb, the apex of marbledsky, Moon keeps growing