Saturday, March 14, 2015


the smell of nitrogen
is green chaos pummeling
through my head ~

my lungs feel like moss
could begin to grow inside them
if i were to forget for only a moment
that i am human, not plant or animal ~

tree limbs
assault my senses
with their cold arsenal
of stoic winter memories
now escaping into long
awaited warming hours ~

as daylight goes
into their root systems

now voraciously swilling
damp earth and harassing
night crawlers as the orgy
of easter grass humping,
throaty morning doves and
bobbing birdy heads begins ~

their treacherous frenzy
magics me into believing
i am a creature once again ~

i burrow deeper into
the cavernous depths of
blankets and pillows
dreaming i can
breathe water...



Friday, July 18, 2014

Haiku Mothership

children wanted her
the men in her life did not
oh sweet mom of mine

she had no babies
souls of cats inhabiting 
her empty sad womb

having slept on moss
faeries stole her dreams of birth
stuck in neverland

the winter orange tree
lives on in spanish courtyards 
viva la crueldad

rhythms were stolen
miscarriages, misplaced years
broken heart tempos

jazz is like physics
or improbability theory 
playing nice

Monday, March 11, 2013

deep freeze

snow affects brain waves
soft white static symphonies
frozen molecules...................

Saturday, July 21, 2012

haiku flood

water on concrete
vaporizing like ray guns
steam~punking summer!


 heartland pulsing heat
scissortails cutting red clouds
dusty pink sunset


terra-cotta sun
hay stalks lay strewn like surfers
caught in a heat wave


water falls wind shed
steam rising from cracked dry earth
rain dancer storm cloud


firefly sparking
cursed briefly by time
only embers remaining


sleep deprivation ~
eyes rolling, tongue lolling
a zombie's paradise


impromptu ambiguous
verse - a - tility


eternal eight ball
batting lashes for zero
hand slide victory

dazzle painting by my talented artist friend and animator shiro tomura 
birth and rebirth, life...
a leaf floating on water ~
stream of consciousness

Monday, May 14, 2012



on sunday,

your hand tracing

my contours ~

my lines bloom for you.

Thursday, May 10, 2012


there's a dollhouse world, where everything is alive ~ fragile, precious, life...

Wednesday, May 9, 2012


wounded in the night raindrops tethering her wings butterfly mermaid