Pixabay Credit ( It's Monday again, hot and dead And cars keep leaving clouds of dirt It's the same again and retread These hours limp like second hands hurt The dusty hourglass where sand bled Shows me

image credit: pixabay Emptied The tree was full this spring,  Heavy, reaching for the clouds.  Now, it rattles in breeze. --------------------------------------- Grow Puddles in the yard.

Gallery Name - Gesicht Haus: Neth3r Media: Scanned, Cardboard, Sharpie, Digital

A BRIEF GLOSSARY OF THE HAIKU Image Credit: Haijin – A haiku poet. Haiku – A form of poetry originating from Japan. It typically contains seventeen syllables distributed through one three-line stanza.

The four-wheeler path—  two gulfs of hardening clay.  Who passed through here last? ____________________________ The overcast sky—  Geese fly low, over my head.  Where am I walking?

I keep thinking In some time, someplace, Far as the sky, Closer than heartbeats, That we made it. And every day was right After I picked the right words, actions, moments. Something happened Like a rusted

Geese stand in the road One’s neck outstretches the others’ This one stares at me. Listening to rainfall I remember and then hear My heartbeats that night Trees whip the air, then The thunder rises from

Finishing the swim, We dry off in the cold breeze— Summer vacation. Mud trails make this path. Each year, they become wider. Summer afternoon. The turtle looks up. Water collars its black neck In the drying

In the fire

Behind the scope, the assassin waits. Guests mingle at the party hundreds of meters away, unaware of 9:30. He adjusts the knob. Vague, pointillist hedges turn into green sculptures of elephants, dogs,

The dogs legs have shortened to the shoulders digging for nothing. Many nights in this book. The library is silent until I leave. Winter! I can see my breath settling under streetlights Awake again-- the

Summer rainstorm-- The cat gets its water from the leaking ceiling. This store-- The windows cracking, still empty with sunlight Spring in moonlight-- The river reflecting the stars scattered in ripples

Art: Mask 6

Art: Mask 5

Sharpie on cardboard

Sharpie on cardboard

petals on the creek. cold breeze ripples them forward. beauty passes age.

Sharpie on cardboard

Mask (Sharpie on cardboard)

The foam reaches my toes, And I still watch the beach Swim into the waves.