November 19, 2010 § Leave a comment

after a sleepless night,
half a cloud
then blue


October 3, 2010 § 1 Comment

dust on the road
before the rain


August 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

August —
the buckeye already pale


August 23, 2010 § 1 Comment

Crickets singing at night —
The whine of a motor


August 22, 2010 § 2 Comments

I travel too far in my dreams —
I wake up footsore

mountain watching in Boulder

August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

Mountains do require a lot of watching.

We have to keep an eye on them. No telling when they could get up and run off after us in our dreams.

Taking turns to hide behind each other so that maybe we won’t see them.

Waiting to jump out and surprise us. Rising up under our feet as if to prove a point that they had been making.


[the way the clock]

August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

The way the clock is always
in the same position
when you wake
however long you’ve slept.

The way your head is positioned:
you can only see the clock
and a window which is also a clock

orange and yellow for day
and then closed off by the black.

[shell of the ear]

August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

The shell of the ear says See…

“But just to enjoy it,…” the morning Said.

And so I watch the green go through the day.

various haiku I just found on the machine…

August 19, 2010 § 2 Comments

July sun on my neck —
grinding of the coffee roaster
fourth of July —
wasp explores the flag
July rain
drying my hair in it
the summer rain
pulling back the left sleeve of my shirt —
five minutes since last time

[bridge not ferry]

August 17, 2010 § Leave a comment

bridge not ferry

others have come before me,
others will come after me

if only even in thought

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