Steak SandwichA taste of red leaps and bounds all over the place, flashes of gold splash around.The waitress's words feel soft as wool as she asks,"Does everything taste all right?"It does, but it's not that simple.Beef gets torn apart with every bite,Chewed through, crunched throughThe fried onions are spiky, and jab at my tongue while making crackling sounds under the pressure of teeth.The bread is rough and tough, all of the softness toasted out of it.There's too much else going on here for one to just taste their food.
Untitledhillside braillethe shapes of young deerin evening fields
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
WolvesLuna, our Mother,We raise our voices to her;The Full Moon smiles.Running beneath her,Not once do we go awryWith her guiding help.Luminous delightNever fails to bring sweet changeFrom twilight to Night.Her glee at makingUs, eternal servants, hunt;She sees everything.But we cannot stopTime from passing, its just life.Light is hesitant--But only at first.Before we know it, the sunHas taken back rule.His rule of the sky,Just as Lunas, is neverLasting, a promise.A commitment toAll to return, as Night falls;Eager, we await it.
Stars of JasmineI.Stars of jasmine each unlike her, whateverI may think.II.Unfamiliar birdsabove a mower's thrum my ear itching.III.No moon tonight.The freeway whispers no moon.IV.Midnight:Closing the bookis easier now.V.Discovering antsnesting under the carpet.How hard such work is.VI.Now that I have tomatoes,dark spots on the basil.VII.During the rainthe tallest bamboohad fallen; quiet.VIII.Insidea spider vibrates temple bell.
How it was, no longer iswith the drought ofanother year, poppies weresparse, and perishedearly, as the sun robbedme of their fragrancestill, I recall whendesert hills and valleyswere once carpets ofyellow, red and white, withburrows of lizards amidst
midnight bluebeneath the shimmering seais another worldsoaked in midnight blue
Winter Againdescends, the finaltraveler in autumns closea leaf touches snow
British PetroleumWaves turn sand to mudOil washed away like darknessThat sad, long lost mess