I am in here.
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!
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]
About to dump yet another poem on y’all, but I can’t think of a good title for it. Sorry about that. I hate trying to make up a title for a poem, and naming them something like “Untitled #43” — like you see on some hopeful paintings in galleries — looks like they didn’t even … Continue reading I hate titles
Sitting with my back to the snow which starts at the door to this table and this bench next to the altar that holds a dish with money from Costa Rica and India in it and from here, with a large rock holding it all down next to the candle next to the window next … Continue reading Sitting with my back to the snow
white pebble 