A lengthy train trip
Rolling through the countryside
Belonging nowhere
Haiku: Strawberry Sunshine
Blooming sweet nectar
Summertime garden party
Strawberry Sunshine
Being Different
A suppressed longing,
sitting quiet and numb.
The clock strikes eight,
prodding and poking.
Emotions feel fluid,
a free-flowing river.
Jumbled emotions;
medical instruments
seem to be colder.
Every hole examined,
nothing remains empty,
anoetic consciousness.
Unknowing becomes
knowing, as you move
into thought and action.
Stripped naked and bare,
as white-coated figures
take what you love away.
No choices remain,
being different is a sin,
you’d rather be dead.
Haiku: Memories
Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories
Very Short Story: Rain
Some prayed for rain; others danced, many gave up hope as the dams dried up.
An old man sat looking at them, shook his head, and thought of all those times he scolded the rain.
What he’d give for drop now, yet then he hated how the rain always ruined his plans.
Morning Joy
manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
Very Short Story: Charlatan
A charlatan on some disused corner said, “You are what you love. Remember those words, for they will set you apart from the rest.”
Walking down an empty street thinking about the charlatan’s words, they rattle and bounce around the expanse of her skull: threatening.
A thought takes shape; She says to herself, “If you are what you love, then my organs are books, my brain is an archive of knowledge, the blood that runs through my veins is ink, and my soul is my many words.
Breath of Darkness
A forest dream
under the full moon.
The wolves run wild,
an owl hoots,
the trees whisper words
you cannot understand.
A silvery moon
hides behind the clouds.
The shiver up your spine,
flesh touches flesh,
a warm breath of darkness
as you wake up.
Nothing
I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.
O’er
O’er the mountain and into the sea,
we will meet again just you wait and see.
O’er the hills and down into the lake,
we will meet again and memories we’ll make.
O’er my heart and into your love,
I’ll see you again, my sweet dove.
C & K 