Three Haiku
wind, unpin the dead butterflies from the tree the rain changes to snow then to rain the […]
wind, unpin the dead butterflies from the tree the rain changes to snow then to rain the […]
Tanka Sequence 1 when will my later years start?— a mother cat has babies at the ruined village
We seek new haiku, Vehicles of destruction That can crush flowers. A pitiless God Watches us from
lovecode the ultrasound of your photons solitude round the frequency of stars apple-snap autumn brisk of a crush
gone too far to turn around narrow road the flowers have no fear why do they tremble
Tanka Prose you keep writing the same poem disguised as different women, playing the same chords and phrases, flubbing the