July 2012
7 posts
poem
Out with the old, in with the new
I heard a rooster crow this morning
“I agree with you,” I said, “but hold on,
I hear a cricket sawing
an electric violin.”
Crossroads
I’m tired and don’t know which way to go
Part 1
The strawberry plants she remembered weren’t there. The cabin has long since overgrown with yellow dogwood, like a field of prickly germs pushing against the front door. The knocker, an angry face carved out of bronze that her husband brought back from Tibet, glared from the door.
Upon closer inspection, the knocker was the same color as the little flecks of paint hiding in the cracks in the...
Upon meeting love that is too beautiful
Stand before me, love. The bark on the tree is thick and hard. I will treat you with the utmost tenderness. This is my word. Now die.
Haiku
Howling at the moon,
Mr. Coyote?
I get it, I get it…
