It’s the beginning of January and in the middle of the night, when all is still except for the low chatter coming from the latest netflix episode from the latest series. One cat sleeps on my lap and one cat sleeps under my right arm on the couch, warm and dreaming of hunts in…
Category: poetry
dVerse — Haibun 95 — New Beginnings?
photo by Alex Nye Back in 2008, my then-boyfriend had gone on and on about the years he spent living in Santa Barbara, CA, to a point where I seriously thought about getting a job there and relocating. I watched the county human resources web site and applied for jobs I was qualified for. Sure…
#Haikai Challenge #171: Cold Moon (fuyu no tsuki)
Fluffy blanket cloudshug winter moon’s cold curves –dogs dream near the fire. Snow owl disappears inside winter’s cold moon heart –pink wings rise with sun. Frost moon brightens dark-shadowed twigs scraping windows –I shiver inside. Dead tinseled trees rest at curbside, row after row,under a cold moon. Mice on ice skates twirlin…
Dark Angel for earthweal
At age of five became I blindBad nerves to blame that made me screamCursed I our God for act unkindYet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed The act upon heaped thoughts unkindTurned out to have a brighter themeThrough haunts did stray the other fiveTo caves of dreams with golden seams Each night I searched…
Dancing in the Dark
As I’m looking through poems for a submission for a chapbook, I came across this. Not sure which blog had the prompt question, but here it is and my response. The poem is a modified Minute Poem form. Image is “An Intruder in the Forest,” by Rodulfo. In the shadows, did you ever secretly wish…
Haikai Challenge #170: Christmas Queen
She of red-crested head, hungry,dwarfs her cagemate with grace.Queen of woodpeckers visitsthis Christmas morning. image link Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states, or alludes to, any of the Kigo cited above. Please reference which Kigo/Date to…
dVerse — MTB 229 — Clouded Amber?
Days odd and even even sun-crossed moon, are the (the)ater of unresolved thoughts. Thoughts waived, arrhythmic tattering honey. Honey, swirled and cloudy, won’t; wont to ooze and cling to heart and wing, stick, stick(y), drippy cotton-candy paralysis, pre-fossilized to to(tal) unsolved resolution. Ink-expressed, we may have have(n) in comfort that what we leave, might-have-been been…
