Haiga Archive

tower of babble
twitter, facebook, instagram
sending to the stars
informing the universe
of who and what we are

so much left to do…
the crunch of snow
beneath our feet

river trip
paddling through currents
of cicadas

mouth an O
on her very first day
the fresh feel of air

In unmoored time…
Last night, as a prone Sloan nude, I dreamed our magnificent flirtation

dusk
a white feather
in the breeze

too soon the winter’s blast—snow deepens