After storm catbird
in bush flicks her tail and cries
in Ten Directions

~ written August 2, 2009

Sunday Morning Thunderstorm

Waterfall of rain
Sudden summer thunderstorm 
drenched sparrow on ledge

~ written August 2, 2009

Fourth of July on the Farm

Fourth of July I
love most: comforting scared dogs
fireworks on the farm

~ written July 4, 2009 at Villa del Re, while reading Gary Snyder's "For the Boy Who Was Dodger Point Lookout Fifteen Years Ago" ("In this burning, muddy, lying, blood-drenched world that quiet meeting in the mountains cool and gentle as the muzzles of three elk, helps keep me sane.")

Canada geese fly in
V above city garbage

BRESCO Baltimore Waste Incinerator - photo courtesy of baltimorebrew.com

incinerator.

Gate gate parasamgate...

Waitress in diner:
"How do you know Kuan Yin?" she
asks. "Gone! Gone!" I say.

Not Falling Into Causation, Not Ignoring Causation

In afternoon sun
a shadow crosses the room
my dead cat returns

Inspired by the theme at

T.S. Eliot Was Wrong (or, How We Know "The Wasteland" Was Not Written by a Woman)

"I'm leaving you," he
says, while packing to go. I
was facing down Death.

"I cheated on you,"
he says, telling me what I
had already known.

"I love you," he says,
"but I don't like your body
when we are in bed."

THIS is the way the
world ends. Not with a bang, nor
even a whimper,

but with unkind words
said to those most in need, those
we say we love the most.

~ written August 29, 2010