The Label

I want     a poem to begin     in turbulence with milky quartz     full of electricity looking inert     hushed but broadcasting      secrets into the universe     of rhyme I want     a genre a place     a locker to hang my coat     […]

3 summer haiku

Sunlight through the clouds I wonder about my friend Will it rain today?   The solstice arrives Behind the full summer moon A well rehearsed poem Marco…Polo Summer call and response The pool a Silk Road