I am in here.
My friend Cathy has mentioned to me that my poems seem to be very well hidden on this blog. This was not my purpose. To fix the problem, I am giving them a new home on their very own blog: a night kitchen. The site gets its name from its very first post. Thus, I … Continue reading In which the poems get their new home
Melissa at Red Dragonfly is celebrating her 200th post by publishing some of us haiku people in aforesaid post. Of course, I couldn’t resist adding my bit… entering the night kitchen the scent of basil before the light goes on — Patti Niehoff, http://white-pebble.net via July 24: Not Me « Red Dragonfly. Thanks, Melissa!
been away too long — floating in the tub with the dust
Calendars run too slow to wear on your wrist You’d have to hold too still Don’t move your arm or the sun won’t fall just right, and it has to — The world will be disjointed if you move, the page not wide enough to hold what it must — The page flips every thirty … Continue reading [calendars]
white pebble 