The thought of providing directions to someone to come and visit me was a highly unfamiliar one; and it dug into me, evoking numerous emotions. Wow! A first – someone will actually come to visit me! How shall I prepare for them? What shall I cook? What will they think of my tiny, yet comfortably decorated abode? Continue reading Directions to My Home
pause-breathe-silence / Like being in the hollow sphere / In my mother’s womb / Empty Yet full / Listening Continue reading Where did it begin?
Her strong legs ran up the concrete stairs littered with newspapers and cigarette butts. Once out in the open, on today’s visit, the wind hit her with the grit and electric smells of a city. Her coppery hair which had been neatly brushed into a classic page boy flew out like a windsock over her face—an east wind from lakefront. But she didn’t care because just one more gusty block she’d be inside the calm and sweet smelling palace. Continue reading Lady in Waiting
under rocks we weep . . . Continue reading inaugural haiku 1.20.21