Heat Wave

A collection of haiku to melt by

It’s not so much a
wave as a smothering hug
which can’t be escaped.

Fine

An examination of what we say when we don’t want to examine how we feel

Grooming

Who tends who?

The world’s hard edges
are softened by moss,
and so are mine.
My soul meditates in tranquil silence…

Me in Real Time

We all need to be understood

Falling Out

The nature of love and its decay

Horizons

An alternative to the lines we draw

Above our heads
One Sky bends
and ends
at One Horizon.
At this Horizon,
One Sky…

The Maiden at Heart

You crossed my mind today
so I looked up my old colleague
to see how you were doing.
With shock and dismay, I learned
You’d…

Dream Fragments

Aware, but not necessarily understanding

Father

I think of you today, Father,
the first to show me that men
could be bottomless pits
into which women cast their love
with nothing returning…

Henry: The Little Painted Penguin Who Became a Christmas Tradition