Issue #13

RESURRECTION

SHELTER DOGEYES DOWNCASTBUT CHOSEN

SO MUCH MOVES

I AM WATCHING YOU TALK:SO MUCH MOVES BEFOREYOUR MOUTHOPENS

LIKE A BALL AND CHAINSTRUGGLE IS NOT BEAUTIFULAND MY SOUL IS CHAFED

DRUMMING ON THE TURFSENDS THE ODD CUPFUL FLYINGRAIN OF HORSES’ HOOVES

THE PROMISE OF SPRINGCAPTURED IN THE FIRST SIGHTINGSOF DOGWOOD BLOSSOMS.

WISER

FINDING AND LOSING.LETTING GO AND HOLDING ON.DIFFERENTIATE

PAUSING

SMALL SCRUB PINECATCHING THE MORNING LIGHTBESIDE THE COMMUTER RAIL STATION

ACROSS THE VALLEYCRISSCROSSING THE ANCIENT SNOWSNOW SHOES AND HORSE’S HOOVES

MINUS 15

ICE COLD MONTREALI DREAM OF TAKING A BATHIN HOT BLACK COFFEE

GHOST CRABS

GHOST CRABS SCURRY QUICKHUSKS LIT GREY BY BLANK MOONLIGHTHAUNTED TIDES GUSTING

LOOK BETWEEN THE STARSAT THE WINKING DARK MATTERKEEPING ITS SECRETS

SNOWFLAKES

SNOWDRIFTS RANDOMLYBURY WHAT LIES UNDERNEATHTEMPORARILY

MELANCHOLIC ANATOMY

I CARE FOR LITTLESTROLLING ACROSS SOME KNIFE EDGETHE DAYS ARE TOO LONG

THREE FLOWERS

THREE LONELY FLOWERSWHOSE ROOTS ENTANGLE AND STRANGLESORROW IN THEIR LOVE

LILY

THE SMALLEST BLOSSOMSLOWLY GROWS INTO BEAUTYA FLOWER THE SAME

ICICLE

THE FROZEN SPIKE RESTSUPON THE EDGE OF THE ROOF,WHERE IT HAS TAKENREFUGE UNTIL ITS FATE ISSEALED WITH THE COMING OF SPRING.

ICE MELTS THROUGH FINGERSLEAVES A TRAIL OF DROPLETSFROM LIPS TO BELLY

DAY 1

FROM EACH MORNING WOMB,WE SLIP, STUMBLE, CRAWL, AND WALK,MAKE OURSELVES ANEW.

SEMANTICS

YOU THINK A NAZIIS A STICKLER FOR GRAMMAR.HOW LUCKY YOU ARE.

HAIKU FOR EPIPHANY

THE SILENT DEAF BOYGENTLY TOUCHED THE ORGAN’S PIPESAND HEARD GOD’S VOICE

SHEETS OF ICE ON THE RIVERTHE STORY OF WINTERWRITTEN ON THEM

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MORNING BREEZEONE FLOWER BOWSTO ANOTHER

SNOWFLAKES

SNOW FALLING SOFTLYA BLANKET OF COLD WONDERSILENCE ALL AROUND.

SEDUCTION UNDERNEATH MOONLIGHT

MY VIRGIN PALMS, TAINTED.TAINTED BY YOUR VIRGIN SKIN...IT WAS MEANT TO BE...

CLOUD HALL READING GARDEN

THE WOUNDED BIG TREEPRESIDES AND PREVAILS OVERSTONE RIVER MINIONSFINALLY, THE RAINTHEN THE GREEN MOSS AND MARROWEATEN LIKE A SEEDTHE SORROW SHOOTS UPTHE CRACKED AND THIRSTY SOILRELIVES ITS LONG LOSSWITH OLD BITTER TEARSNOW WASHED AND SCENTED WITH SAGEA PURPLE HERE, THERE

KNOWING THAT FINITE EXISTS

WE LOVE TOO WELLTOO CLEARLY, TOO BRUTALLY, AND HONESTLY.CLINGING TO FOAM THAT REMAINS ADRIFT.

ALOFT

FLOWERS FLOAT ON TOPOF GLASS HOLDING BACK THE DARKNESSSITTING UNDERNEATH

HAIKU #9

THE CLOUDMAKERS SPINCOTTON IN THEIR PUFFED-OUT CHEEKS,HOLDING RAIN LIKE BREATH.

HAIKU # 57

RELUCTANT LEAVES FALLFROM THE OLD TREE SHOWERINGAN OLD MAN WALKING.

STOPPING BY ROBBY'S HOUSE

LEAVES ARE ANKLE DEEP.THE MILES I WALKED TO MY RESTWERE THROUGH HIS DEEP WOODS.

THE MARRIAGE VASE SITSNOW UNDECIDEDAS TO WHAT IT SIGNIFIES

INFINITE STORM

THE SNOWFLAKE STARS FALLAS THE UNIVERSE STREAMS BYAND WETS MY WARM FACE.

FROSTED WINGS

A WINTER CHILL BLOWSUPON THE BARREN LANDSCAPESHIELDED BY A HANDTHE FACE OF AN ANGEL STRIPPEDBY THE FREEZING TOUCH OF LOSS

DROWNING

WATER SURROUNDINGTHE SHALLOW SILVER ROWBOATTRICKLING IN SLOWLY

CITY BALCONY

BEETLE CRAWLS…AFTERNOON SUNSHINEBRICKS WITHERED

BIRD

SOME VISIT THE GROUNDBUT SANCTUARY IS HIGHTHE TREES KNOW IT ALL

DECAY

THE LEAVES HAVE DIED. BRIGHTAS TEARS, THEY ESCAPE ONTHE STREAM’S CURRENT ASSWIFTLY AS THEY FIRST UNFURLEDIN SPRING, WHEN YOU WERE HERE.

AN ART

I’M TRYING TO FINDAN ART, SHE SAID OF THE POT—BROKEN AT HER FEET.

EBBING SILVER TIDESSLIDING FROM ROCKY INLETEVER SO SLOWLY

SHADOWS SWALLOWING

SHADOWS SWALLOWINGCOPPER CANYON WALLSSEPTEMBER SUNSET

SUMMER IN THE CITY

MOWN LAWN IN SUMMER NIGHTFALLFIREFLIES FROM ABOVEPATROL FOR VANDAL CRICKET

EVENING

HYPNOTIZED BY HUESMOLDERING ESSENCE OF LIFEBURNING UP SLOWLYCONSUMING YOUR LOVE FOR WARMTHPASSIONATE GLOW OF THE NIGHT

LATE AUTUMN NIGHT

THE MOON HANGSLOW AS A RIPENING PEACH,SOON IT WILL BE PLUCKEDFROM A CHARCOAL SKY.

PAINTING THE SKY

TURNING LEAVESFALCON WINGS BRUSH THE SKYRACING WINTER’S CLOUD

SLEEP WITH ME

YOUR BREATH ON MY EARI FEEL YOU TRACING MY SPINEDREAMS TRAVEL QUICKLY

CRISP WHITE SHEETSBLEACHED BY THE SUNMY SURRENDER FLAGS

CONTENTMENT

CONTENTMENT KNOWS WELLA PEACE IN NEUTRALITYSWEET, UNSCENTED AIR

DISCONNECT

THE BLIND CASHIER SMILESA BROKEN SMILE AS I PAYFOR THE MILK AND BREAD.

A LEAF PIROUETTESSPINNING, DANCING SILENTLYON A PLACID POND

IT COMES AND GOESTHE TOUCH OF THE SUN -WINTER TOWN