Sunday, October 30, 2005

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. ]

Friday, October 28, 2005

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

dismal night
sorting the recycling
from the rubbish


(this could be about either household or poetic waste, who can tell?)

after the deluge
a huddle of smokers
by the door

Monday, October 24, 2005

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Friday, October 14, 2005

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tuesday, October 11, 2005