Saturday, May 29, 2010

Haiku #307

minnows part
before the swimming duckling
close back in behind

New Haibun

A new haibun published in Haibun Today:  "All Night and Day."
Click on the link to read it.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Haiku #306

sitting outside
watching leaf-shadows dance
on the white plywood

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Haiku #305

a dog is barking
from the safety of a truck
at a horse statue

Friday, May 21, 2010

Haiku #304

stone from the river
about the size of a newborn
and wet and slick

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Haiku #303

the fire truck
swings out of its shaded bay
the siren:  all you hear

Haiku #302

Spring arrived here
in the south some time ago:
the dying peonies

Haiku #301

we're driving past
six pair of striped underwear
hanging on a line

Haiku #300

hard to see
black cows so still in the shade
of the sycamores

Haiku #299

four in the morning
roar of interstate traffic
lone song of a bird

Haiku #298

just enough sunlight
to make brown tufts of grass
luminous on the hillside

Haiku #297

billboard near Columbus

Haiku #296

in a restaurant
a man says to friends my husband
looks like General Grant

Haiku #295

in rain sodden field
a giant puddle fills with
blue sky and sun

Haiku #294

that field
looks red through these

Haiku #293

in the traffic jam
floating around our truck
cottonwood seeds

Monday, May 10, 2010

Haiku #292

cold May afternoon
the daffodils are sleeping
until next Spring

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Haiku #291

driving home--
streaks on the far horizon
black rain

What I did today

after the hailstorm
I dreamed of a plague
of mosquitoes

after the plague
I got up, had coffee
went out and bought
a wooden boot jack

I like it best when
my husband takes
off my boots

after the boot jack
I bought silver crosses
for my ears

I like it best
when my husband is
my salvation

I had no dreams so
I read poetry

my husband slept
beside me dreaming
of me, his poem

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Haiku #290

today:  my dead
father's birthday I didn't
realize until just now

Haiku #289

no electricity 
how dark night
really is

Haiku #288

tornado   warning   scattered   green   leaves   Spring   hailstorm

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Haiku #287

a dirty torn desk chair
at the Goodwill
I buy it

Haiku #286

my cowboy boots
clomping on the sidewalk
a hollow sound

Haiku #285

turkey buzzards flap
in the tops of tall pine trees
this spring evening



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"I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me. . . Take the soft dust in your hand--does it stir: does it sing? Has it lips and a heart? Does it open its eyes to the sun? Does it run, does it dream, does it burn with a secret, or tremble In terror of death? Or ache with tremendous decisions?. . ." --Conrad Aiken


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Fave Painting: Eden

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Fave Painting: The Three Ages of Man and Death

Fave Painting:  The Three Ages of Man and Death
by Albrecht Dürer

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The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

My Original Artwork: Triptych

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