Tag: photo

  • Curb Appeal

    “We could use some mulch.” Mira made the comment during one of our walks in the neighborhood. We had become dissatisfied with the landscaping that flanked the entrance to our driveway. As we passed house after house with fresh mulch, she determined that mulch was our future. Our Saturday mornings soon filled with trips to…

  • #SilentSunday (6/28/20)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Arid Hope: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    An endless drought. The resevoir continues to dry out. Wheat and barley fields, once so full of promise, have whilted for want of water. Like everything else. We watch the medicine woman stirring her pot over a fire. She adds dash of some foul-smelling herb, chants a litany in a language none of us understand.…

  • Encountering Two Snakes: my latest @ImageCurve #haibun

    The orange trail ascends Halfway Mountain. Yellow and brown elm leaves blanket the flanks of the path. As I say something to Mira, I jump with a start. Inches away, a black rat snake lies still. A sight surpassed only by the timber rattler we encounter off the Pine Meadow trail. rattling the woods suddenly…

  • #SilentSunday (6/21/20)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Summer Solstice Afternoon, 2020: a #haiku sequence

    summer wind before the deluge hawks sore windswept leaves fall clouds touch and merge blue sky Solstice in and out of clouds the sun

  • Are we? A #KyokaProse / #TankaProse

    Three times the death rate from COVID Infections. Twice the number of fatalities from police violence. More than double the poverty rate. Only 19% of the population nationwide. “We are all in this together.” But when we say “We,” whom do we mean? Junteenth approaching storm clouds long past time to live “…and justice for…

  • Atlanta, June 12, 2020

    two shell casings another Black man’s back bullet-struck bleeding wounds left untreated a kick, then two planted feet two minutes blood blending with the dark Another name to the list while protestors fill the streets A chalk outline left behind I hosting MTB this week over at dVerse Poets today, where we explore Imagism. The…