Daily Archives Sunday, April 2006

Haiku from Barbara’s 4/28

The cattail dances Pulling its feathered shadow Swaying unto dusk

Poems 4/27 part III: Read

Read I stare at words Ticks and scratches with hats and feet Marching My eyes dart Laughing behind, talking, Whispers, Phone Ringing, I Scream, Tear the pages Drown It all out in Muted rage.

Poems 4/27 part II

It is so easy to get lost in the foreground the infinite mesh of a window screen the links of a chain fence sometimes you look so hard things      lose their meaning, no frame no definition, no perspective the mind craves the epic the open, the free and overarching

Poems 4/27 part I: Job

Job We only wanted What was best for him Sometimes you need a little tough love, Show you the error Of your ways; Yet he stood, stubborn No repentance for that Which he did not do, Then God spoke      brought back his son Job Denounced us.

Window Exercise 4/27

Foreground: The splash splattered sun against the hazed glass. The screen a grid of wire, if you move close enough it dissapears. Paint chipping, mummified insects sleeping in the eternal breeze. The glass is streaked, layers of windows Middle-ground: A servery worker wanders to and fro, pacing back and forth. The grills are out and [...]