cherry blossoms i would love to put them in a poem this winter night
a scarecrow disappears in the field fast falling snow
winter day
even my buddha
starts frowning
my moleskine
a binge of words…
all on the margins
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cherry blossoms i would love to put them in a poem this winter night
a scarecrow disappears in the field fast falling snow
winter day
even my buddha
starts frowning
my moleskine
a binge of words…
all on the margins


i speed to the sale table labeled ‘irregulars’
my torn sweater
forms a new
design
lost in the flow of it all
retweeting my own poem
this morning
seeing it so clearly
fog
ventilator blues
title of a song by the Rolling Stones
“I do not have a biography and I am very happy about it.” Jean Anouilh
i have holes in my resume. they include years when i refused to wear a tie. even the wedding of a friend could not push me over that imaginary line.
dressed down
a bitter crow spits advice
through treetops
distant zendo it comes to meet me on the path
i write a haiku for all seasons a breeze in the zendo
the dharma talk of a stellar jay sweetens the zendo
if there were dragons what song would they sing


transcending the metaphysical
not sure how to put this so i will do it there is hole where the dark matter lives in my being who is it what is it no idea when i find out i wont tell a soul
my hand
waves in front of my eyes
to special music
Experimental Haibun that most likely will not be published!
Two Tiny Haibun
the substance of forgotten things
i glance at the light shade. it has tassels on it that remind me of my grandmother.
your fingers can not touch me and yet i move
aurora borealis spillway
the rain has created a channel in my backyard. a small path of fog hovers over the water.
not yet autumn and the northern lights have hidden the stars
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