Saturday, April 17, 2010

saliva noises, heavy breathing
resting on century-old beams
two more weeks till my departure
and I still haven't caught up with
this elusive, baroque, commonplace, metropolitan,

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

a good haiku
is pleasant to the eyes
as much the soul

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I can hear the crickets
fiddling their legs
creak-creak, creak-creak