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

night fall (a sequence of one-line poems) and three single haiku at

Bones #21 Nov 15 2020

night fall  (a sequence) 


no one addresses darkness with due respect could be fear that pierces the eye


possibly only me in the bus siding with a squat ghost shushing roped shadows 


window framed mindless leaves burst on a breeze-storm grazing dust-coated rails 


up close whale clouds already crossing a night bridge day molting on a tail  


screeched brakes a baby’s howl rips the scrim maybe hunger just imagined 


roasted yam pressed garlic just guessing from the smell of a woman’s hair


scratching her ears probably over far off thoughts of an undressed chicken 

no one senses but still night falls hip-swinging on a scatter of desiccated seeds 


single haiku


un-deboned bent 

in adoration


tipped moon

in a saucer scanning

lost sonnets


November 16, 2020 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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