Category Archives: Flash-writing
Yellow Daisy tufts sprout from every fissure on top the mountain One yellow daisy crushed upon the granite its error unknown When your petals drop Autumn will be upon us for now they hang tight
There are many haiku that seem to express an instant of satori. These are not those haiku. The first may be partially recognized. It is an homage to Kobayashi Issa. Even while sleeping Budda receives offerings How’s one get that gig? Unearthly pigeon dropped … Continue reading
Brewed in hell fire Lava hot Starbucks coffee Scalds my pie hole
It resides in the shadow
just at the light’s edge.
It, the moral demon,
stands between our world
and the dark horde
that seeks to roll
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I hear the voice in my head like an announcement heard from a METRO platform. The hive says, “Be a good little boy, and watch your tv. “Let it transmit its wisdom. And you shall know what whitens, And you … Continue reading
A Gothic façade by gaslight glow, H waits within the moon-made shadow Down the steps to sidewalk, V alights. Past witching hour on a silent night Fang of a wolf, but suit of wool Behind the eyes, there lacks a … Continue reading
It’s the nation’s bicentennial,
and I’m in the parade.
In a small town,
everyone is in the parade,
except the cheek-pinchers
and crotchety Gus.
Do you know how evil grows? How it infects, how it flows? I felt it in the Killing Fields, leaking from some wound unhealed. It rears a head, mean and spiteful, morphing into something frightful. Where are you at, you … Continue reading