Haiga Archive

so dark

you barely see it.
hook beak. itself

cooled magma. patient as

a watchtower,
in silhouette.

its eyes. translated
with knucklebones

the blazing sun.

these types of women

try to make you think they are the same as all the others but the main difference is that they go to bed with their makeup on and never dry their eyes.they keep guns in the linen closet and wonder why everything is the color of mercury. she will get into your head with those loose curls and a two-foot crowbar, and the mascara lines on the pillow are the webs children make with red yarn. like clapping games and rhymes and secret handshakes. she is part of something like that, except bigger.

winter songs
a box of
mother’s valentines

this blazing sky…
each breath
burning cold

november moon
moving with my
dreams

crow
dancing the line
the difference
between
seeing
and seer

waves pound rock
in the crevices
violets