backyardfirewalk mybirthday jumpsacross

in the blue crayon dusk imaginary church bells

frying Virgins in the Green we talk about her recovery

(Virgins in the Green is the Danish name for Klowunji seeds (onion seeds))

sweat drop doubt heavy on the vine

fireflies the real reason why

homeless among lilacs (a sound of a former heart) I remain penetrated (broken & healed) and blind

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form: thanks to Grant Hackett for inspiration

crows in the distance : the toad answers

morning rain an opening line escapes me

the thorns you wore before you rose

“it's a cranial thing” I trace her tattooed flower too

two dates on the same night big fracking disaster

global warming:  Jane!  Stop this crazy thing!

suchness through the eye of the needle I se(a)em

weaving a tree a mountain a human and its exit mother's hands

when the chirps are down a ruby-throated hummingbird

to and fro bee and i all morning laundry day
.
silence from each tree a different voice
.
the altered consciousness of lapsang souchong steam
.
zazen the old oak at my back
.
oh strike a light that we might see the dark
.

contrails trying to not split infinitives

heavenly blue my writing running with the rain


*heavenly blue: morning glory

as if my pen could say it anemones

one CFL slowly warming up dawn

awash with April rain the smokestack sky

Another found monostich

hashtag he calls me big

[Seen all run together as a hashtag in my Facebook news feed]

the blue creates more space we move chairs around and

her children over forty mother's antiques

wet eyes peeling layers I find (just) one

morning fog the lull between death and life

clumsy take-off after clumsy take-off           crows

(over easy)

egg carton empty over easy resurrection

A found monostich

in every cell of my body the bodhisattva of compassion

[slightly modified from a line in Planting Seeds: Practicing Mindfulness with Children, by Thich Nhat Hanh]

a hint of white on the hawthorn baby clouds