My daughter, Shannon, encouraged me to write haiku. Here are my attempts. Rising petrichorDark speckles on the sidewalkGentle summer rain Drifting down riverPaddles resting on gunwaleEyes closed to the sun Dragonfly flickersDancing with tall cattail stalksWater smells like frogs Cloud of starlings wheelActing in bright unisonSomehow they all know
Poetry
Poetry Drop: The Second Coming
The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate … Continue reading Poetry Drop: The Second Coming
Śūnyatā
The universe is a swarm of an almost infinite number of just a few types of elementary particles. Here and there, these particles come together to form more complex structures, Such as suns, planets, and, rarely, Sentient beings. When conditions are right, these structures arise. When the conditions change, these structures Change or dissipate. I … Continue reading Śūnyatā
Poetry Drop: Sometimes
Sometimes Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don't fail, sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from war, elect an honest man, decide they care enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor. … Continue reading Poetry Drop: Sometimes
Brain Cloud 