You were born with a silver spoon,
there was never any need to wonder at the moon,
excessive living, the light leaves your cold eyes much too soon.
Haiku: Call
A silent yearning
you call to me from beyond
flying containers
Very Short Story: Exhume
The professionals arrived to exhume bodies from an ancient grave.
The digging begins, and the bodies form a circle; in the middle sits the objects of worship, a large bag full of Tupperware.
Around the bodies, they find brochures, order forms, teacups, and a teapot.
The Anthropologist says, “I believe this was an MLM gathering“.
Haiku: Close
Too close not to touch.
Arm in arm standing in the
cherry blossom wind.
Whirlwind
You were a whirlwind
of hair, scent and sorrow;
I cannot forget you.
Very Short Story: Naked
The full sunlight on a late Summer’s day warms the house.
There is a feeling of change, for the sun is setting earlier, and a cool breeze touches the lounge.
Chloe feels the breeze move along her naked skin as she relaxes on a Saturday afternoon with a coffee and a book.
Haiku: The Kick
Disturbed by a kick,
wearing thongs, you take one off;
chasing after X.
Haiku: Watching the Sparrows
a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass
Tanka: Angel
Falling from heaven,
cast out to live on the Earth
from the garden home.
A quizzical nihilist,
a career in law may do.
Haiku: The Old Tree
They kick an old tree,
then they stab the outer-bark;
sap tears start flowing.
C & K 