"this old man, he threw bricks..."

no, that's not how the song goes

even after the bombs fell

and so many of us died

he never changed his tune

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. ~Pablo Neruda*

Nevermind you've forgotten

your camera.

For them, it's all about

survival--the robins

leafing through spring's journal.

*While I like Neruda's quote, I do not share his political beliefs, especially his embrace of communism and Stalin.

black-coated scratchboards

we create our own

vision

of radio filaments 

found in the milky way

Milky Way 1,000

restless pacing

the jangled nerves

of throwaway keys

how being stressed out

starts on the inside

it's not the steps

or the four flights of stairs

to room 458--

what bothers me is knowing

that you won't be there

the machine precision

of cubed carrots

in canned vegetable soup

one man's first step

towards bachelorhood

revised tanka:

january ballet

of dancing on ice

no one has trained me

how to fall or how to fail

gracefully

original version:

surviving the latest storm

I slide down the ice

on the driveway

and regain my footing 

in the snow

the test results

on my phone ignored

day of the dead hike

one last hill to climb

before going home

haunted hayride

the ghosts of headlights

on a divided highway

the civil war cave buried

under this road

*The cave was located near Powder Valley Conservation area. It was destroyed during the construction of Highway 270.

I'm sure there was cake

and a balloon or two

I'll keep singing, "Happy Birthday,"

even though you stopped listening

a long time ago