Haiga Archive

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

the butterfly’s
drunken flight…
contact high

Pondering Neruda while posing…
thus strained, she grasps this rail of lines:
“red noise of bones, / a clashing of flesh