“The gun’s missing! He knows, Roberto!”
haiku 48
stars burn like hot sand
on the cold galactic shores
of the cosmic sea
–photo by me
multiverse
out here in the woods
I wonder if I’m just part
of a multiverse
for all I know, a train could
be thundering by right now
–photo of me by my son, Aaron
favorable wind
the season had ended
the leaves had descended
and I was to rake
them away
so I went out at dawn
to my leaf-covered lawn
when a favorable wind
came my way
now my leaves were
blown high
in the blustery sky
while I leaned on my rake
all the day
and I think that it’s been
quite a favorable wind
but my neighbors don’t
see it that way
wordless wed 10/24/18
–photo by me
Samhain
In the dead of the night,
When good folk are in bed,
The witches take flight
On their broomsticks instead,
And meet in moonlight
For the Feast of the Dead.
A dark night of dread,
But what does it mean?
When the living and dead
Have less curtain between!
Samhain, it is said,
Is now our Halloween.
haiku 47
the sun may line clouds
with silver or light them up
with golden fire
–photo by me
in my face
corn flakes
frosted, toasted
crunching, munching, grinding
all up in my face this morning
fall leaves
fall leaves
all up in my face this morning
crunching, walking, grinding
frosted, toasted
corn flakes
this moment
this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an idea
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
six word stories–8
Dear Time,
Being held prisoner.
Present
michaeljordahl 