“Corona,” I breathed into your ear,
“come no closer. For you are the life flow
through the veins of gods.
And the blood in my own
calls out for your Crown, affixed as it is
to your glorious head.”
This Haiku: I’ll Wear Pink
While dancing eyes sleep
And slumb’ring feet rest at last
And I stand at guard
This Haiku: Dear Mr. Mischief
My most solemn vow:
If you wander -lost- I’m here.
Find me in the dark.
This Haiku: “…hope wins. The End.”
Though the light flickers
A wager against the heart
Had best be for sport
Honoring American Veterans
at Veteran’s Day Parade, Milwaukee WI
Performers from Hmong American Peace Academy
This Haiku: Before the Embrace
Wisdom questions me
as I wrangle with what is.
Close your eyes wisdom….
This Haiku: Your Superpower
Be generous with
your smile, for it heals…it saves.
I promise you this.
This Haiku: November 12, 2014….
Love has saved today.
Love is a kid, a cartoon
and a mystery.
This Haiku: Jack and Jill
I will never want
what did not flow from God’s hand.
I want the Mountains.
This Haiku: High Noon
I make shadows crawl
To the East and fin’lly fall
Into the Lake’s arms
This Haiku: Bears And All
This, the first time (breathe)
My mind walked up a hill (breathe)
And thought it home (breathe)
