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New York Pause

Red on red a cardinal

flies into the red maple

stop sign red signals

STOP!  I am stress tsunami

down, red on red stopped

summon ancient forces:

baby, fire, cannon,

crocodile breath, OM.      A sigh

all I can manage. Continue reading Covid Diary, Tanka variations, Early May 2020 →

Do you hear that sound breaking through the trees?
Hush, you must listen Continue reading Sounds of the Blight →

Oh My Darlin’ Quarantine 

This morning I punched my shirt

I sleep in two long-sleeve tee shirts

I’m old and chill easy Continue reading Three Poems In Quarantine →

The Japanese have a word for it,

the pathos of things,

Continue reading For All That Is And Yet May Be →