Halloween Haiku
Stripped trees, witch-fingers Clawing at the sky. Blood moon, Bloated, overhead.
Stripped trees, witch-fingers Clawing at the sky. Blood moon, Bloated, overhead.
First Frost The last red leaves fall. Our days grow short too fast. A crow calls, “Late! Late!”
Rain in October. A parade of wild turkeys Strides across the grass.
My Cats – by Charles Bukowski I know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them. I like the little they know. which is so much. they complain but never worry. they walk with a surprising dignity. they sleep with a direct simplicity that humans just
God help America, land that’s disgraced. Change her mind-set, let her just get Rid of Trump and his violent base. Stop the looting, and the gunfire, And the cops who kill innocent souls. God help America, Give us back our home. God save America. Let us all go home. -based on Irving Berlin’s “God Bless
On The Way Last night I dreamed My dead mother gave me Dancing lessons.
Haiku Upon Learning That Trump Has Covid-19 The scoffer is sick. Fools persist in their folly. Karma is hard, but fair.
Compost When I have moved out, Lay my body down to turn To mulch. Plant a tree.
Stupid Kid Trick Hurricane Carol hit Cape Cod in the late summer of 1954, when I was twelve years old, and the power went out for two days. At first, the “groan-ups” at the big summer house in Quissett rather enjoyed the novelty of playing backgammon and bridge by candlelight, as they got hammered on
Compensation A tree gets killed. Men in a hurry finds its heart and cut it apart. Down it dies through the green and golden halls, heavy as myth, and injures the earth, falling. The chainsawyers snarl into the corpse and snag on the dryad sleeping inside. The woods boss himself lifts her out while the