| The evening grows deeper into the night skies - a traditional drawing I've done with markers & color pencils. |


Haikuthon July 1-31, 2009==1==Haikuthon July 1-31, 2009
the hope of
summer rain vanishes
leaving a neighbor's dog to water the roses
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heat wave chasing all the birds and the blues from the sky
>3<
a cloud of gnats follows
a child's sno-cone through the petting zoo
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black birds nap on an old mission archway in ascending order
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lunch at the beach, businessmen strip and wade
into their childhood
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looking out to sea the


a sister's eyes"a sister's eyes"a sister's eyes
I think of them and recall how wise are the eyes of
my little sister, always laughing- wind whisperer through outstretched oceans of blue grass surrounded by rolling island dunes
and the stalks of
her crowning pale glory, but her eyes
are the constant changing of seasons-
the silver grey
of low-lying mists that roll in at dawn after the night gives up its gems,
deepest sapphires, to reclaim them when
she stirs from sleep while I ke


Exile"Exile"Exile
The sound of her voice was
his music, mute of syllables singing of his banishment
from the grace of her words. He gathered sleep from the
shadows of her breasts, keeping himself to a dark niche within reach of her perfume.
Keeping her in his sight he wondered as he began to pleasure; when had she known?
He imagined a
much younger time when
she could extract
milk from the stars,
when she first offered a cup
to his lips, trembling from kneeling on the c


Orca"Orca"Orca
A gutted ship's hull lists, dragged into a roiling sea filled with blue-glass shark fins,
leaving entrails of fever through
depths of eternal night-
the oil-slick surface shifting mottled moonlight
on coral reefs calcified against
the leaves of bodies that drift by,
sinking, to disappear into
canyon fissures deeper than the
shadows of heaven reach-
pods of whales cruise overhead giving off their eerie cries, baleful orgasmic moans
as they claim their take from the debauch of a hunt. &nbs


July Haikuthon 20091.July Haikuthon 2009
the smell of ships sailing at sunrise seagulls sing
I see the poems that I love so much written in black ink my smile fades as I remember his hair
2.
thunderbolt the rain going away is heard by a lion
I can smell clouds gathering above my head I wonder if the rain will wash my sorrow away
3.
lost ship a man wandering through the fog
that piano brings bad memories again in my life those unwanted feelings how I've missed them... &nbs
by `Flutterings
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"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren."
-A.J. Empire Records
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"Mens sana in corpore sano"
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.
*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
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Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
I'm sorry
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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