saturday

buckwheat pancakes, fork
up and look! finally blue trail
don't fake your life, k?

be here and act now
basic instincts on the trail
plan future places

haiku friday in the same house

Over in one blink
Sitting next to you (that pull)
Maps, drawings, rail trail

kids, math, road, bike, food
getting home ready for kim
clean house and span time

thurs

call that school again
never calls me back, so i'm
with forth grade all day

Gravy from here on
Even the shit, let's make it
Gravy (if we can)

wednesday haiku

doctor's office Gown.
sitting paper on paper
until it's over!

In dreams we are close
Don't think you're the only one
Please please be patient

tuesday

Feel immense today
Its not a bad attitude
Mosquitoes bite legs

school or false alarm
yoga, photos, mail, sunshine
cocoon of warm air

monday

reflect on friendship
misunderstandings stay home
back to the routine

St. Francis woodcut
Everything you share always
Brings back hope (thank you)

sunday haiku

two hours out land
my own country home most dear
east west north south or

It isn't too late
I'll always be here for you
Erecting altars

fri/sat

friday:

Study until 4
Second time, meet hannah, go!
Wrap rock in cotton

strange waking somewhere
a turtle walk, talk, collect.
go to Liberty

saturday:

I'll keep it so close
Fog, music, we're not welcome
Champion athlete

When I was 12 I
Wanted to be a poet
Walk on the backroads

hicoo thursday

Sleep past 7
Blurry but then it gets clear
Should we stop this now?

my backwards drinking
parking lots, spills, dj, dan
folded money heart

wednesday highkoo

Budget meeting yuck
Zoned out, found your name, left class
Ride scooter down 5th

towards the end of day
and time on route 22
meet art. and my bike!

Tuesday bluesday

The feeling so strong
Came back, happy just because
No time for sorry

you are miles away
getting projects together
send into the world

monday

De-rail your life and
Clean up the debris, feel the
Warm sun on your face

david copperfield.
my language is the source of
misunderstandings.

sunday haiku

Walk over the bridge
Eyes closed, learn to trust your feet
Sun warms my eyelids

i love sentences
wrapped in neon lights, billboards
they seem so profound.

saturday sighcoo

Wasting away time
Practice, practice, study hard
Wasting away time

all this mystic rain
is beautiful to sleep to.
it is a current.

friday

Why didn't you come?
Will you come here tomorrow?
Dancing in the dark

eyes come apart for
looking over the mountains
my little town, down

hicoo thursday

To feel so anxious
Why waste the time? Make nine drinks
Meet you at Ridge Street

fill my eyes with stars
and smile inside my heart
good things will come soon

wednesday highkoo

Finally on time
(Almost) each day goes by oh
Much much too quickly

In the morning ducks
stand on the floating log in
pond and I think on...

tuesday

Waxing and waning
Like the moon: not always seen
Yet is always there

ideas change the world.
and my ideas are changing.
perception is all.

monday

Heard myself say no
Imitation, ice, bottles
Warm rain, the garden

students don't wanna learn
so what can the teacher do?
don't students wanna learn?

sunday

feels so good to know
cities, streets i don't live on
sunday morning light

nathan coley might
be my artist soulmate, here
thinking in circles.

saturday sighcoo

Work in morning light
For your birthday, quiet time
I need to see you

weeding: making rooms.
the sun shines, 60 degrees
for sweet peas and herbs

f haiku

Another week goes
Phony good luck, piss away
Talk through the morning

an outfit crisis.
an hour and turns in the road
under great blue heron

hicoo thursday

Took a leap today
"Life will go on somehow, right?"
It will, I promise.

sleep til nine, clean house
plant 16 asparagus
draw til ten, drive home

wednesday highkoo

Head feels upside down
Let yourself go a little
Goodbye cowardice

too cold for April.
frogs assemble sing verses,
I wear winter coat.

tues haiku

sore throat, ride with dad
why not take a risk? life's short
goodnight, we'll find peace

tan raincoat hood drops
the basement with high windows
belly of a boat

mondays

two books cut in piles
water whistling away
walk the shoulder home

Wake up with panic
Oh no love, you're not alone
Fresh start (its easy!)

sunday haiku

i make lists all day
yoga, blue sky, banjo, poems
i am glad you called

Why have fears when this
Life is what you make of it
Look ahead (not back)

Keep the noise down low
It eats away all the hope
Hope is not foolish

Where do we come from?
What are we? Where will we go?
Such confusing times

Thank you for talking
Serenity, my best friend
It will get better

saturday

wake-up the mountain
look down on the towns, (sigh/sing)
count to one hundred

Plastic breathes (in, out)
Music on the roof, sunlight
Spraypaint in basement

fryday

The night blends into
Day after day after day
Wood glue, mess, farewells

One man's ceiling is
(falling but the air stayed warm)
another man's floor