Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Monday, August 3, 2009

July 26, 2009


Quiet Night

When you feel nothing,
you're probably either dead
or swimming naked.

July 25, 2009


2000

I'd like to spend life
like the warm nights of my youth,
but she'd be there too.

photo by the Jackdaws

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

July 22, 2009






















Ex-summers


Sofa, carpet, bed-
bleached and funky and colder
from my wet swimsuit.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

May 24, 2009
















Update:

I am enjoying
the comfort and ease of a
belt-free lifestyle.


Soon:

I vow to bring back
the comfort and pleasure of
the daily haiku.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

February 3, 2009


Summer

The warmest blanket
is not made up of fabric.
It has arms and legs.
 

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