aurora
purple, green
rippling, dancing, glowing
spirits to our ancestors
neon
–photo by my son, aaron
Month: August 2019
haiku 70
when land meets the sea
he must form a good shoreline–
or his name is mud
–photo by me
senryu: cold line
sometimes a cold line
is all that it takes to break
the strongest of hearts
–photo by me
wordless wed 8/28/19
–photo by me
Six Word Stories — 21
“She seemed happy on Facebook, officer!”
Photo of the Day
“Grandma’s Little Paradise”
–Photo by me
Wilted
I lay here on my lawn chair
Out in the merciless sun,
Too hot to move to the shade.
The shimmering air is still,
And I’m actually being cooked
alive in this backyard oven.
I’m sizzling like a sausage.
The meat is done and ready
To slide right off my bones.
I’m going to spontaneously
Combust any second now.
Detonation is imminent–
Wait! Suddenly a breeze!
A lovely, lovely, breeze!
I am saved by the wind.
Don’t leave, lovely breeze.
Come back! Tell your friends!
I am back in the fiery pit.
I am wilted.
–Photo by me
haiku 69
a brief stillness comes
as summer hesitates to
give way to autumn
–photo by me
Tanka: WWJD?
We Americans
Say we’re a Christian nation–
Clearly, we are not.
We have far more vacant homes
Than we have homeless people.
wordless wed 8/21/19
–Photo by me
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