To soften your heartyou must tunnel to its paincrack its bitter shellgreet the light that fills its spaceaccept what it illumines. Enough of the past!It displaces my focus–birches embracing. I sit at my desk.So many poems to studywith a slow laptop.
2.9.23
With haiku, I want the third line to hit you in your solar plexus and sink. I suppose I will need to write a thousand before I learn how. Shamanic healing / those who invade my psyche / find themselves expelled The life of a crone / I think of former lovers / and breathe…
Daily 2.8.23
Reviewing my lifeFollowing the river’s pathI trust its purpose
Daily 2.7.23
Today I found a senryu while walking outside. This is my favorite way to write, but so far it only works with very short forms. Nearing seventy–what of it? I’m still a childbreathing with the trees.
Daily
Dailies are short poems written for practice. Though rewriting is part of the process, they are posted as is, without revision. dying ash forestlogs lie in heaps, stripped nakedpale on frozen mudon a slope of raw tree stumpssaplings sway in the sunlight