Saturday, June 24, 2017


impromptu picnic
a spork, a straw, more condiments
in the glove box

4 o’clock in the morning

it’s 4 o’clock in the morning
between the real and the unreal
from one most tender, the other one floating.
as I leave this room, so neat and tidy,
to enable you access to the world.

upon awakening will you recall that kiss?
I tug on the thread ...

Friday, June 23, 2017

Orwell's ghost --
a book a clock and a photograph an ocean in between


Thursday, June 22, 2017

March '09 - brief discussion of death and haiku

spring rain
at sunset

Church Row


used to hang our by the canal behind my house and smoke weed tilll an alligator came up behind once when we realised we could die - ah youth ... ;) perhapsi spoke to soon ... new photos may be forthcoming.

Oh, you silly girl.

church row?

across the canal where you sat teh building markers. To the West on the map you provided.

After 9/11?

"News & Opinion"

evidence faceboo k's investor cIA's start-up incubator In-Q-Tel. Oh! f it, a link to an article, but n need to rush and read it.

(relie too much on spell check . Double Post

Which is a reason I reason I destroys continuity of thought, an ability to analyze situations or argue logically. its emotional roller coaster funnels people into a queue through eternal damnation, feedback loop's and promotional tools. there's no escaping; a real dog's breakfast.

con't // no more

between church row
and red lounge records -
a "Missing" poster on a pole

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Истребитель Су-27 отгоняет F-16 НАТО от самолета Шойгу: эксклюзивные кадры

Road Trip (revisited)

between rumble-strips
and wild flowers -
two lane blacktop

mist from the hills -
where floodplain meets sky,
ripples blur the grey

Cannon, Whitewater,
Zumbro, Trout -
the place where the river widens

prayers for rain -
the church league's corn boil
won't be held this year

Route 66 -
a flyspecked whitewash
on the wayside rest

Sunday's summer sunset -
another small town
closes all its doors


take a break

Monday, June 19, 2017

a battered steel door
left slightly ajar
oh, so carefully
I slip my words in


summer squall
a quarrel between crows
releases more rain


Sunday, June 18, 2017

tiny figures
stand beneath the bonsai tree
the littlest boy
with curious fingers
assures the world is real

porch light

moon flies and chiggers
circle the porch light --
Dad calls us all in

on wildwood road
water lilies directionless

on wildwood road
water lilies
in every direction

she makes light
of all their advances -
June bugs

evening thunder
a homeless man
comforts his dog