jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

maple twig

maple twig

turns  lemon hue in the rain–

i reply to summer mail

September 13, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 4 Comments

folding beach mats

folding beach mats

the whiff of freshly grilled corn

this drizzly morning

September 13, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , | 2 Comments