Rude Intrusion

Pushing with her nose,

The dog pops the bathroom door

Then glares through the gap.

The smell of that mood -

Walking down the back porch steps

Into April dawn

Glorious yellow

Daffodils in wild profusion….

sitting in sunshine.

— Kirsten Barrere 

(Source: facebook.com)

Seeking Shelter

We don’t agree, dog,

On the ideal spot to shit -

Cold, rainy March dawn.

Liberation!

New pines on the trail -

Walkers seldom come this way

Since the woods were logged.

klindbeck:

hot still night
the moon leaves a white stain
on the gray sky

Praise Bacchus!

Satan is the Prince

Of doubt; incredulity

Turns you inside out.

Beer, wine & bourbon to drink -

His designs to make you think.

Misplaced in my dream,

The old crown-busted straw hat

Sits here when I wake.

Wrong Setting

Electric toothbrush -

The timer slowly tells me

That I’m deeply stoned.

Motorcycle Macho

You see me riding,

While inside the helmet sprouts

Another haiku.

Crushed raccoon road-kill -

Mourn the wild kit you sprang from,

Wiley survivor.

Dull Never Sleeps

After Clifton leaves,

In the wooden block, the knives

Edge sides all face up.

buffleheadcabin:

Clifton Hicks - Coke Oven March

Here Uncle Clifton proves that it’s possible to lullaby a baby by banjo. & baby Gabriel John is soaking in the family music traditions.

Shadrack’s Passing

Life is what’s scary.

The dead don’t know the difference.

You know, “death ain’t nothing.”


[Quote by Mr. Dabney from the last line of William Styron’s short story Shadrack.]

Fresh released eagle

Free to soar majestically

Bathes at our lake shore