April 30th, 2011 | No Comments »

"Ascension," a tanka poem

I’m alone again

riding the elevator

to the fourteenth floor,

a humming silver coffin

with muzak and bright buttons.

 

April 29th, 2011 | No Comments »

Blue Violin Quintet

Blue violins play

melodies in minor keys

for unfortunate

souls bathing in desires

dissolved in downgraded dreams.

 

April 29th, 2011 | No Comments »

cosmic interference tanka poem

Sleeping satellites

drifting through orbits of space—

technological

specks of man’s hubris dotting

the eye of the universe.

 

 

April 29th, 2011 | No Comments »

crows on phone line, April Through the East Window, tanka

Apple trees blossom.

Crows thaw on telephone wires

in sunlight showers.

Ideas of order consume

the backyard awakening.

 

 

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