In this house, in these rooms, there’s so much of you A wooden bottle you once honed, with a note inside for me
Time is that mysterious lull
This room, blessed with undeniable energy… I write to lilting music of fishes swimming in a castled world Lovebirds feeding outside the window, chattering their secret language Sun refracts through a suspended prism, as rainbows dance on pale pink walls And there on one,… Continue Reading “This Blessed Room”
These days, it’s a short walk at best. After the attack, he nor I much care for venturing too far from home. At first, when the memory stayed with him, he would go out, do his business immediately, and then want to return home.… Continue Reading “Haibun: The Walk”
Come taste my gifts said Ceres for I have the horn of plenty to savor, Buttery gourds, ripe tomatoes, sweet golden ears of corn All grown from my fertile breast, a profusion of interesting flavors
The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.
The scent of earth after a gentle rain Memories washed in shades of autumn’s gold Tempers the black grief, relieves the harsh pain Seasons changing leaves once brilliant yet cold