ㅁ The sea pulls away, and shows its slippery rocks, where some seagulls spin.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Fish Have fought - Even died - In these waters, That lie flat and smooth Or heap themselves like hills, Flashing blue or green in sun, Or dimpling false smiles under rain, Covering chthonic topologies.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ So finally I depart this world: not to be a ghost, which I am, but to enter another, where the sea licks at stones, where the sun hangs low, where the roads end, farther north, with trees there.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Vines bear fruit, entangle my stomping limbs, propose new pathways encased in greenery: nature's baroque digressions, which grant, with the singing bees, an ambivalent epiphany.
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ a thousand words for gray, all lined up beside my cup, on the day: empty play.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
ㅁ We drove down the coast highway today escaping the dull pall of smoke and dropping down into fog weaving down one-oh-one seeing the great rocks tasting the sea retracing the way home.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ A bold thunderstorm rumbled through, suggesting plains sampling the parched earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Let there be a story now, enveloped in bland hope, words that allow knowing how.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
ㅁ Draw Some lines Vertical Horizontal Or in wide spirals Across unmade whiteness Conjuring open spaces Which you might want to populate With the fictional ghosts of real dreams
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ When seen from above it still seems a good planet: clouds, fields, storms, some streams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The sun's sphere loomed red - Smoke from all the fires out west - Minnesota dawn.
– a pseudo-haiku.