Poetry Notebook

You wouldn’t believe the verse I wrote in my mind. Just now —  that you wouldn’t believe, that I didn’t believe. That I can’t now remember…

A triplet haiku on the beginning and the end

Faint crackle of my pipe whisper of coyote’s howl — did you hear that? through winter wood crisp pitch blue air — and her breathing.

I am silent.  Only here is the true God worshipped. Where all that I’ve said ends; fails to say, to mean, to sing.

I want to tell time by hand to do it the hard way to give way to the herd of ease and let it pass me by let it leave me behind