sax solo
the long slow wail
of Wasted Years
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
exile
sometimes I hear
the language
of my home
in old songs
mostly just
a word or two
once
it seems
in every twenty years
I hear
someone who sings it
fluently
then turns
and walks away
[This is not haiku, but it's strongly influenced by haiku. ]
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
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