Wednesday, February 20, 2013


Bach through an open
dawn window —
the birds are silent

Jack Kerouac, “Book of Haikus”

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The frog's call sounds like
hard river stones struck together
in the soft water.
Alarm going off somewhere.
What world have I broken into,
at this ungodly hour?


Winter solitude—
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.