The last year was filled with haiku for me. Trying to distill all the emotions and ideas into something small and tangible felt like an important task. Though these are the last of the set I am presenting them as installation #2.
“Judge tenderly of me.”
my heart is pounding / old panic looms upon me / a portal opens
today i make lists / winter’s clock ticks into spring / smoke flows from chimneys
shattered into shards / like cold shrapnel magnified / fragments of my past
intense and heated / the sting does not repel me / such a small defense
what is that calling / that sound that makes me sing out / giving my wings flight
making snow angels / face up to a starry sky / winter shadows fall
wind whispers gently / a secret only the birds hear / it promises spring
black fear rises up / threatens like a tidal wave / get ready to swim
a mystery calls / a puzzle set before me / a (maze) d i move on
dear me, dear you, sigh / the conversation awaits / potent and rippling
a blue crush of words / that were not always my own / heaved upon my shore
with silent swiftness / up the hill and through the mists / ghostly forms appear
why does a lone wolf / ever leave the pack—what call / do they hear to run
heat blossoms, travels / solar plexus radiates / deep flush overtakes
food loses color / and thoughts become distasteful / eating is a choice
small minds with big hearts / over and over we leave / the patterns emerge
a whittling down deep / something is eluding me / please reveal the grain
my words escaped me/ i was left standing alone/ deep darkness ensued
five seven five breathe / high priest in a passion play / life’s path unfolded
provision of egg/ the accident of my birth / it was no mistake
a gentle black bull/ exhales a long soft hot sigh / green grass gently frames
letters to the world 