‘Wrapped silk red as blood, / chonmage falling, / storming bits & blades #haiku’
‘A Moment of Light & Shadow, Line & Shading’
‘A moment, in which an arc of light and dark obscures with silence the shivering highstrung sound’
‘Slow shift to absence, / sky encroaches, cuts away earth, / as we ourselves fade’
‘Oh, my, my, my. :) My daughter is a professional ink artiste. :) This is gonna be WAY too much fun!’
‘words, devices, bits, bytes, aggregate and cling to her like a swarm. When weakness overtakes her, she simply tilts her head back to see the sky, which contains none of what plagues her.’
‘large & small, simple / words abandon sense for form, / surrounded with light’
‘A small dark cresting mountain of joy made visible by the surrounding bright. ’
‘I am so sorry. I hope your pooch feels WAY better very soon!’
‘The eye sees all, balanced on the pyramid, within the bounds of four, framed in four, roofed with four, studded with four, and named oddly.’
‘The arch of the earth clean and pure over the frothing rocks’
‘not just black and blue, / ink artist's elegant lines / swell up tender pink #haiku’
‘somewhere a flat-bottomed boat crawls along an invisible shoreline’
‘the lights shivering / staccato echoes / in a dreary glass’
‘glowing mango, grape - / space we can't live in (sky, sea) - / watch from the black beach’
‘It took so little / to become the different one - / turn around, look back, / see where it is you come from / and face all those who followed. #tanka’
‘Hush - this is private. / Eyelashes curl, but we see / whispers of green leaves / reluctant to loose the tree, / bare branches crazy quilt sky.’
‘white germ in red flesh / over and over again, / little jewels, tongue toys.’
‘human gulls angle, / silhouettes spiral inward, / redraw the bright sky’
‘a thread lightly woven out of air itself, twinned and twining, light white inserted like a thought between petal and petal, determined to discover the hidden nub of gold’
‘I wish I may, I wish I might, be the light I see tonight. :) ’
‘the hot dark dilated crystal of her iris wheels outward like a door opening’
‘tentacles in a tiny box surround a single silent eye’
‘Before the breaking - / tight, crisp colors bend reflections; / after - all is blurred. ’
‘Viewed through infant eyes, / she doesn't know her old loss / surrounds her with mists.’
‘That amber moment, / a far away time or place / now ringed with echoes. ’
‘At the fertile edge, / the continental shelf slides / toward a molten trench. ’
‘I have a pic like this of my daughter at a renfest on a "joust" machine. Wonderful colors, and excellent job matching speeds!’
‘The snowy rose smiles / and flirts, wearing her costume: / hoarfrost & needles.’
‘Pale, sluggish, slimy / and hairy at the same time, / tender lusts erupt.’
‘Awkward, tired, alien, / the creature rests so gently, / lost in soft green light.’
‘Rock meditation - / lift, carry, walk, place. Eye it. / Shift it. Yes, perfect. ’
‘From the illformed clouds of the beginnings, emerge clear threads of color and purpose. (This looks like Liberty of London. Beautifully executed.)’
‘We are both doing letters today! I feel almost swallowed up by these ... ’
‘the thin breath of memories, escaping, shifting, reforming. mist fails to cover the curves and pricks of hills and trees, then blushes, coloring pale lavender, and paling more’
‘what senses reach out, reach in, pull the heart into the sky, the clouds into my arms, the breath from my lungs, falling, falling, loving something I cannot name’
‘it is the very breaking and brokenness that reveals the heart, the structure, the lovely lines, the labyrinth of meaning that once was whole and now is visible. ’
‘Nature wastes nothing. Having unlearned this lesson, people fumble with fragments of the lost and leftover, rags woven into a kind of throne. ’
‘In my dreams, the grass is snow, and I ski off the edge of a path like this into clouds like those ... ’
‘Even maps fade out and blur around the edges. A boundary is not an end but a beginning and defines only mystery, as much as what is known what is unknown.’
‘My God, they look so sane at first, but they aren't really are they? Scary! LOL!’
‘You've got the eyes, you've got the drools. Let your eyes pop out, you dirty old man. I've got the titties, I've got the tech & tools. Feathers, bubblebaths, orange & blue. I'm watching, yeah, but not just you. I'm cool.’
‘when shattering becomes a thing of broken beauty’
‘I've seen light strings of chili peppers and fairies, but ... baby pacifiers? ’
‘That old gnome, the gift giver, whose eyes hold the darkness of skies and reflect back our own ... ’
‘âIt is not the moon itself that makes it seem so bright and starlike, but the reflection of the sun and the moisture in the air between us. A bit like falling in love - lovely, longing, unreal ... â’
‘It is not the moon itself that makes it seem so bright and starlike, but the reflection of the sun and the moisture in the air between us. A bit like falling in love - lovely, longing, unreal ... ’
‘the smallest fragment of passion slips through a life in order ’
‘Walk through the mirror and the story changes - this is lookingglass land. Beware.’
‘How small the space that tells us someone is happy or not, how little we need to know of them.’
‘The face of the fire goddess swells with her aching, dozens of her nipples leak blood and cluster together, around her spin seconds become hours and hours become seconds, as the air consumed abandons both breath and breathing.’
‘spinning snake eyes dazzle with blinding luck’
‘a single drop of sunrise mingles with handfuls of rubies, onyx, all scattered in a a nest of peridot that remembers being lava’
‘Black on black jacquard hide the whispers of words in foreign languages, blinded by the fiery corona that surrounds their meaning’
‘Dangling strings turn the sky itself into a spinning mobile, slices of ribbons, scattered clusters of color like finger-kisses floating ’
‘Slender, stylized / bodies of tomorrow's youth / anonymous’
‘Now *there* is a well trained pair!’
‘Cheerful clown, upside down, turns his smile into a frown, makes a sky rise from the ground.’
‘show me the sacred â / opening and arising, / the breath, wet, bone, stone.’
‘South American Gothic: heart full of dark sweet, / haloed with dark bitter (no / cream), skim the white face. ’
‘what feathered star captures joy and spirals into flight’
‘"Chicago, Chicago, that wonderful town!" What? Isn't it time to break into song?’
‘les yeux, plein de l'eau, / ouvert, fermi, et ouvert. / Souviens, souviens tous - / en fleur avec les questions, / les mots se dois être abandonner’
‘What is a man / if not hungry / but hollow?’
‘brightly shadowed, speckled with rainbows, twined with light, bound up and pulled into the future, my font is old but my eyes look forward’
‘there are first the voices / that slip-slide over each other, / then the magic meister / who fingers them into / waves and pulses of ecstasy’
‘waiting for the doors to open / to the old school, the church, God's closet’
‘Many faces, many eyes - are they happy? Are they wise?’
‘mariposa, spread / your lashes, lips, your fine tongue / embrace the long line / hollowed with heat, memories, / opening to erasure’
‘8 shoes, 8 feet / look like 16 / where they meet / puddled pavement / stretches out / bright reflections / into doubt / legs dissolving / what is that? / can't be a head / it has no hat ’
‘a lopsided fallow furry ovary dangling from the fallopian tube stretching back to the womb of the earth (poppy)’
‘Look at all those stripes, edges, arrows, oblongs, scales! There is a rhythm to its rest that is ready, the snake's wedge-head cocked at an odd angle, waiting.’
‘bisected bubbly brittle blue’
‘Beauties. http://rosefirerising.wordpress.com/2009/04/22/beauties/’
‘classic cocky’
‘and Ded Bob laughs’
‘8 blocks south of my old office, the elevated platform underground , a subway that wants to forget the dark and glide ever in the light’
‘the womb of artifice tunnels into the bright, the night’
‘call the lights, angle them bright, capture the colour and hold it tight’
‘delicious danger, mellow to the eyes, acid to the touch’
‘Encapsulated, little nuggets of joy stream away as we pass. Bubble beauty.’
‘Closed strips, open stairs - a moebius of movement, upside down, inside out, turning me, turning me’
‘this is a story we all know, shaped with the same colors as the most powerful tales -- red skin, white flesh, black stars. Or was it white skin, red lips, black hair? Or black text, white page, red illuminations? Highlights, look for the highlights.’
‘Hell's angel, dark and silent, broods in silence but listens (sometimes) and sees. Oh, yes, he sees.’
‘the lines that shape the body, the body that shapes the lines’
‘Looks like that grate needs replacing. In awfully good shape for the amount of rust. Beautiful old piece, isn't it?’
‘The journeys she will take already in her eyes ... ’
‘circle, sphere inside / oval echo yields / suspended eclipse / fingertip not to fingertip / but to some other electric touch’
‘the ache of the lights, the dizziness of the blur ... I am looking up, but falling down’
‘within the blur, an eye unseeing, and unseen ’
‘arc of clustered dogwood across a background of frantic blossoming ’
‘movement of air in ice -- a silent slow motion trending towards each other, combination of discrete and discreet waiting for the thaw’
‘"beans and beechnuts and beets, oh my!" OR "Who was that masked man, er, eh, what was that root vegetable?"’
‘Bisected bounty, half clear, half cloudy, both beautiful.’
‘"Don't worry, Daddy. Like you always tell me, nothing ever stays the same."’
‘rank upon rank of tiny flames, blossoming in cups of leaves, each flame a hurt or a hope in someone's heart’
‘between the eyes and the horizon, nothing but a gull, a lone gull, not even a wave’
‘sand or snow, the gull's feet find their way just the same ’
‘Punchline of old Vermont joke: "Jest cuz the cat has kittens in the oven, don't make 'em biscuits."’
‘in the blackness is a face, / in the blackness is a vase, / in the shadow is an ear / with a curl that some find dear, / and a nose that curls not, a temple to be rubbed (a lot)’
‘"Is this everything you wished for?" "I dunno. I thought we'd have more neighbors. Sorry."’
‘mushroom caps leave feathery prints of spores, that disappear in the wind just as snowflakes’
‘while hints of winter lurk at streetlevel, the dark sunny roof of a Chicago brownstone offers the first glimpse of warmth’
‘seeping slowly into the interleaved cracks a saline solution that if not sterile will sterilize’
‘an unequal amount of force is required to shift the stable status quo’
‘corkscrews of light whispering "you lose, you lose" in a soft shushing hiss’
‘let us layer sweet-tart joy over hot ice, cupping that little bit of light, curling an edge of shyness for shadow’
‘made of nightmares’
‘as infants, the new leaves show their true colors, before the sun darkens them, before they learn not to show what they truly feel’
‘ ... and burning like the very pits of hell, he rode on ... ’
‘wheels on wheels on shadows of wheels ... ’
‘jest plain tired’
‘Ach, even amid tears, my heart, she's tough’
‘Sitting duck, uh, I mean, bunny, uh, well, the bunny better duck.’
‘Really, it isn't as bad as it looks.’
‘Climb on. Let's go see what we see.’
‘slice me, dice me, burn me .... no, on second thought, just slice me’
‘even the fragile become strong when gathered together ’
‘The heat of the lamps, the silence of the crowd, the hiss of the curtains sliding open ... ’
‘Just tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old, umm, brick, umm ...’
‘Running down the steps, water tripped, broke, and fell ’
‘If you're lucky, your leaky faucet has both handles; if you're not, it has glands ... ’
‘shadowed reflection swallowed in blankness’
‘And what, exactly, makes you think I *don't* know what to do with this thing?’
‘Just one of life's profound little moments ... ’
‘Lonely for my hot fudge sauce ’
‘OH, you're going to try that again, eh? THink you're pretty funny, don't you?’
‘And, if you'll follow me, this direction to our blue moon cows, who give blue milk. Continuing with the tour ... ’
‘La la la la la la LA!!! I can't HEAR you!’
‘Looking for a high-steppin' two-steppin' mama ... ’
‘Oh, it's one of *those* days ;)’
‘You answer’
‘between the heart (Venus) and the self (Sun) is the thinnest of lines, but still, it is a line ’
‘To throw oneself at the sky through one's eyes’
‘Winner of the Clean Wings Award’
‘paint, paint everywhere, but not a drop to drink’
‘Angle of Elegance’
‘flipping the story ’
‘o' the day’
‘leaping into life’
‘behind smoke and shadows, something other than light falls slowly’
‘Here, let me help. Since your hands are full, I can carry your head for you ... ’
‘"This is a library ... " ’
‘A breath of wind, a floral spray ... these things do not joy make, but may’
‘RF connector, male, coax ... nothing fun here, move along, move along’
‘the infinite thirst’
‘Whoa, dude, cool shrooms ... whoops!’
‘Kermit? Is it really you? Somehow you don't smell quite the same ... ’
‘Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The Microsoft is coming ... ’
‘what seemed black and white blurs and fades to grey, like sound in the distance’
‘they just don't know they're dead yet’
‘flimsy katana dummy’
‘blowtorch tureen’
‘when even windows weep’
‘UNTITLED: Found Poem: Stuttering "Eve/Ever/Every Men/Non/Million Ol/Den/Olden/Golden Un/Verse/Uni/Ver/Se/Universe" Every Million Golden Universe. O’
‘drinking what is gold, spilling what is white, framed in the red pulse’
‘Robotic Cataract’
‘Darkness glows around the light’
‘Blushing Blurry Orchid’
‘a door to not walk through’
‘I bet he has a bony butt ... ’
‘Alien Eye’
‘the beauty of pain, the pain of beauty’
‘The calligraphy written by our feet, the punctuation of our dragging dance’
‘Oooh! Pick me! Pick me!’
‘but I was never at home ’
‘Macrocosm, microcosm - the microbes of my eyes become the stars of perception’
‘it says it all ... ’
‘... and miles to go before I sleep ... ’
‘the great golden beast in the great Great Gold has pungent thoughts’
‘Moss and mud and all good things climbing from the swamp we call home’
‘Maman made us dress like this. We just wanted to take a nap. ’
‘Do you need any help basting it together?’
‘Hey! Just cuz I'm little doesn't mean I don't know how this works!’
‘Snowcone, cottoncandy, honey, oh my!’
‘Tapas, Japanese style.’
‘Hate never yet drove out hate - only love can drive out hate. ’