Issue #12

WINDY SUMMER DAYSWIRLING COLORS FILL THE AIRKALEIDOSCOPE WORLD

AGED LEAVES CLINGINGREMEMBERING YOUNGER DAYSREINCARNATION

EARLY SPRING HAIKU

BIRDSONGS CLEAR THE AIR.EAGER FLOWERS NOD AND BLUSH.SAINT-LIKE, SPRING APPEARS.

SUN LATE IN THE DAY -STRAIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUBUT IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE

THIN SPIRALS OF SMOKETETHER THE WEATHERED FARMHOUSETO LOWERING SKY

HAIKU SONNET

SUNLIGHT ON THE WHEATA THOUSAND ROWS IN HARVESTBOWED HEADS IN BREADLINESHEAVY ON THE STALKBRIGHT EARS OF MAIZE ABOUNDINGEMPTY BOWLS STACKED HIGHDRAINED RICE PADDIES CLEANFULL BASKETS PILED HIGH WITH GRAINBED WITHOUT SUPPERSOYBEAN LEAVES FALLENHEAVY PODS RIPE AND READYA STARVING ORPHANSEVEN BILLION HUNGRY MOUTHSONE FARMER TO FEED THE WORLD

ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENTS

SPARROW WINGS FLUTTERSHAKING AWAY DROPS OF RAINATTITUDE CHANGES

STARS

STARS, BRIGHT FINGERTIPSANGELS PRESSED AGAINST THE GLASSOF THE DISPLAY-CASE

SILVER MOONA SNAIL TRAIL LEADSTO THE STRAWBERRY PATCH

SEPPUKU

SAKURA BLOSSOMSIN WAVES OF RED WATERFALLSSPILLS OUT MY CENTER

MYRTLE BEACH

SCENIC MYRTLE BEACH.CLEAN BEACHES AND TOURIST TRAPS,PARTS OF THE SAME WHOLE.

THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER

ABANDONED PLAYGROUNDSTHE SIDEWALKS LIE DESERTED.WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

UNTITLED 42

THE BROKEN BRANCHESTORN SCATTERED SMALL RED BIG LEAVESTHE SEASON HAS COMEFROM BRANCHES TO HATETHE TWISTED BLOSSOMING LOVESHALL CARRY OUR FATEI HUNTED HEAVENNO MISTAKE THOUGHT OF SO WRONG.SPEAK, SHADOW ANGELS,OPEN THE SHUTTERSUMBRELLA ME YOUR WET TEARSREVEAL ALL YOUR SCARS

BARSTOW FROM THE TRACKS

UGLY TRENCH ABOVEOF MUD UNSHAPELY CARVED - YETALIEN STRANGE BELOW.

ENTERING THE OFFICE

NO WINDOWS, GREY WALLS,THE BLAND ADORNMENTS OF LIFE.SANS WINGS, MORN'S JOY FALLS.

AFTER A COUP

IN THE TEA GARDENUNCERTAIN KITTENS TEETERON OLD GREEK COLUMNS.

FROM AN EMPTY CHAIR

MEMORIES OF YOUOF ME THEN, OF US FOREVER.ON THOSE GRAPHED PAGES, IN THAT BED.

STUMBLING ONWARD

DAYS, LIKE DOMINOS,STRETCH OVER AN UNKNOWN PATHFALLING, ONE BY ONE

BENT FARMER-GIRLPLANTS THOUGHTSINSIDE MY HEAD

#497

FOG...MY GRANDMOTHER TALKSTO HER DOLL

FATHERHOOD

I HAVE LOST MYSELF—PLAYING INTO THE DOLLHOUSE DRAMA,THE GOSSIP, OF MY DAUGHTER’S TOYS.

ILLUSION

A SHINY BUBBLEFILLED WITH A ROTTING STENCHA MERE ILLUSION

MIDWEST MIDSUMMER

FIREFLY IDEASREFLECT ON MY STUNNED PUPILS –THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS

OF LOVE

NO COOL STILL WATERSON A BURNING SUMMER DAYCOULD DESCRIBE THIS THING

GLOSS

THE SUMMER STORM DRESSESEACH LEAF--GLOSS FOR A DATEWITH THE SUN

TO THE BOY IN PURPLE AVIATORS

HEARTBREAK IS A MYTHDESIGNED TO MAKE US THINK WEWON’T BE WHOLE AGAIN.

EVENSONG

EVENSONGPEEL BACK THE LAYERSNIGHTFALL

EAST COAST SUMMER

HEAT CLUMPS STICKY AIRFOLKS FLOCK TOWARDS AN OAK TREE’S SHADE,SOON THE SKY WILL SWEAT.

BLUE

BLUE HERON, DUCK POND.ROSE SKY DAWN. GLASS REFLECTIONS.ABSENT ITSELF, TIME PASSING.

A WINDOW WITH NO VIEW

SOMEHOW RISING ABOVETHE DESPONDENT RAINY DAY:JOY FROM THE SMALL THINGS.

MARMOTA PROGNOSTICATUS

PUNK’D BY PUNXSUTAWNEY—’HOG RAKED US WITH A RAMIS-WINTER,KALPAS LONG, SCULPTING SOULS.

PEACH LAKE

THE MEN OF PEACH LAKEREST THEIR RODS OVER WATERINSECT PROBOSCIS

AFTER THE STORM

CHRONICLE THE RAIN,ITS GOLD WAX AND ITS GREY WANE,NOTHING LEFT THE SAME.

HOMESICK

CRUMBLING CRACKSZIG-ZAGGING ANT ON ASPHALTMISSING HOME

SUMMER’S HALF OVER

SUMMER’S HALF OVERSTIFLING HEAT AND THUNDERSTORMSLOOKING TOWARD THE FALL

THANKSGIVING

JUNCOS SCATTER DUFFUNDER AVOCADO TREESMAKE FESTIVE FALL DAYS

PUSHING DAISIES

WHITE PETALS YELLOWDAISIES PUSHING FROM BELOWTIME FOR ME TO GO

AVALANCHE

SEND ME TO MY GRAVETRAPPED BETWEEN THE MOTHER’S HILLSBREATHLESS IN HER DRIFT

PARTIAL ECLIPSE

HALF-MOON SUNDIVIDING SHADOWSWITH CRESCENTS OF LIGHT

APRIL SNOWSTORM

SERIOUSLY COLDICICLED EAVES, GLAZED WINDOWSLAUGHABLE ALMOST

HARMONY

PEACOCKS IN THE TREES,QUIET SUNDAY AFTERNOONCLOUDS HANGING LOW.

BRIGHTER DAYS

LIKE A RISING SUNA BRIGHTER DAY AWAITS USPAST THE HORIZON

GHOSTFISH

SUSHI SQUIRMS BENEATHSEAWEED SHEATHES PLUCKED FROM OCEANGARDENS GROW LIFE BACK

WINTER MEMOIR

WINTER MEMOIRASH AND DUST OBSCURESMANTEL CLOCK FACE

WAKE UP

A PIXIE-GREEN MARSHI FOUND MYSELF THERE, ASLEEPFOR TEN ABSENT YEARS

NEW YORK STREET CORNERS:HOT DOG VENDORS STAND INFOR LADY LIBERTY

LOOKING AT GRAY CLOUDSBROWN LEAF IN A PUDDLEREMEMBERS THE TREE

TEMPTATION

VOLUPTUOUS CURVESTANTALIZING HIS THOUGHTS WITH HERCRIMSON VELVET DRESS

CORUSCATING

CRIMSON ARDOR WAKES;PERSEPHONE’S FERVENT TWINRELEASES GLORY.

COWS

THERE ARE MORE COWS NOWBELOW THE PLUM-CAST MOUNTAINS—TENDER MEAT & MILK.