waiting room
shadows come and go
with the light
squeak of hinges
a triangle of blue
beyond the wall
before coffee
she mentions
unpalatable truths
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
It was quite tiny and almost entirely transparent. You could see through its skin, in places you could see right through its body. It had a streak of red down the middle, deep inside, but its arms and legs, hands and face were all clear and bright, and the light shone through it. It was wrapped in a soft blanket and as I unwrapped it I was afraid it might be too delicate to handle, that I might hurt it. But when it was out of the blanket it began to stretch and bend its delicate looking arms and legs with surprisingly strong movements, as if it were swimming in the air. Its face had that look, that wide eyed glow, as if it was still seeing the faces of the angels and looking back into their eyes. It never quite focused on me.
carrying it
with me all day long -
dream baby
carrying it
with me all day long -
dream baby
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Security
The security-guard at the court asks to check my bag. I expect they get a lot of middle-aged women running amok in there, and so try to disarm them before letting them in. He does his job well. As he completes his search he suggests that ladies handbags should be like fridges, with a little light that comes on when you open them, so you can see what's inside.
divorce papers -
a glint from the clerk's
engagement ring
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
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