When waves have nowhere to go. Reflecting windows a distant helicopter echoes of sunset. At the end of winter. Japan through a haiku lens. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. A Day in the Brine. The Haiku Poems of Matsuo Basho.

Irreparable, are the expanses of her contours. In a world where the wind owns our Marilyns, how dare we leave virgins outside for the prowl. Inch by inch, we alter life as we know it. And then we ponder why blisters are forged from our unknown. Perfection was not to be our destiny. Progress, the only target we should harbor. Fears of fortitude, pronounced more by uncertainties.

Poppies Bloom for Just a Day. The Blossoms of the Night. To the Ends of the Earth and the Four Winds. Yet there is still the silent song of the leaves. As evening slowly fades into night. Like dew on cobwebs shaken free. A blissful reverie of colourful dreams. The night is vast and boundless. The flicker of lightning in the distance.

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Middot; by John W. Another week in the bag. We are happy that all the repairs have been made at our house. Yesterday was the first day in six months that no one was scheduled to come in and do something. The sound of silence is deafening. Middot; by John W.

A Trip to the Oregon Coast. A few days ago, my husband and I headed off to the Oregon Coast for a little break. With a toilet, shower, microwave, and bunk beds, vacationing in one of these little beauties is not exactly roughing it. However, I much prefer to be in the forest right next to the beach rather than in a motel room.

I draw each thread closed, wounds bending into caricature. I gather the corners, these four white walls a shroud.

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy. On December 7, 2016. Faces melt beneath their beards. On December 6, 2016. Of the flaws in himself. It will not be molded. It must find its form.

In the bottom desk drawer. She has no use for them any longer. No one wants to hear her opinions. Now that she has resigned herself. Maybe she can fit in. Maybe life here will be more bearable. As part of the herd. I love you, rain. But I think we should take a break.