How Complicated can it Be?

“It’s complicated,” Vereen Filimimore would say. It was her way of clarifying every point. If you asked her why she was late for a hair appointment or had forgotten her niece Becky’s birthday or why her dogs were marauding Fernie Isnoggle’s cattle, Vereen would say “It’s complicated.” People reacted in various ways to this excuse. … Continue reading How Complicated can it Be? →

In Summer Expectancy

This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature

A Meadow Lark Whistles

Wind clacks in willows A Meadow Lark whistles I will sit a while. Still.

Looking for Blessings

Old man’s eyes scan blue beyond cottonwood grove where child saw orange bird.

Contemplations on Suburban Day Off Rituals

Yellow dandelions Lawn mower :: heads cut off Green :: so bland and plain.

What One Hears is not About the Magpie

Thunder quiet now-- Why does he hear, from willow thicket, a magpie's complaint. Daily Post Core

Haiku, Untitled 2

Petals of pansies for our garden :: Who left outside thunder :: hail tatters.

Black cows graze new grass— cranes dance among the calves— Still :: raven rides the sky.

Beautiful Morning, Dirty Bird

Blue sky :: May dawn blushes Maiden Breast Hills— noisome magpie :: aagk aagk aagk

A Weekend King Overlooks His Pastures

Fresh clipped grass, my realm, my unblemished suburban turf— O! that damned dandelion!