Where Soul Meets Body

In my head there's a Greyhound station, where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations...so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here.

A Whole Galaxy of Emptiness

Stars light the sky in a galaxy of emptiness tonight.

In the Dead of the Night

All that burns is the candle, and the fog melts over the night...it softens the edges, I begin to write.

In This Silence

Heaven holds a sense of wonder...and I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides. In this white wave I am sinking, in this silence. In this white wave, in this silence, I believe.

Little Dreams

On a sunny afternoon, made of something light as nothing, made of joy that matters too...How the little dreams we dream are all we can really do.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

February 29, 2012 Haiku #59

Waves of green
and blue wash over the sky
as the night grows colder.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

February 27, 2012 Haiku #57

Sky as clear as glass
Stars as bright as our sun.
Hers is always the brightest.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

February 26, 2012 Haiku #56

Central Illinois Weather:
one day you're twenty and snowing
the next you're sixty.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Friday, February 24, 2012

Thursday, February 23, 2012

February 23, 2012 Haiku #53

Mottled gray pigeon
Perching
Waiting patiently for bread crumbs.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

February 21, 2012 Haiku #51

The trees
dancing in the wind
leaves tangled like Rapunzel's hair.

Monday, February 20, 2012

February 20, 2012 Haku #50

Soft flutter of eyelashes
against a pale cheek.
An eye opens.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Saturday, February 18, 2012

February 18, 2012 Haiku #48

My stomach does a flip
and then a twist, and then knots
whenever you're near.

Friday, February 17, 2012

February 17, 2012 Haiku #47

Little blinking lights
guide my pathway in the dark.
Then go dark again.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

February 16, 2012 Haiku 46

Rub salt in the wound
Let it sting and burn and bleed
It cannot be fixed.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

February 15, 2012 Haiku #45

Still your lying tongue:
you know not of what you speak.
Erase this from your mind.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

February 14, 2012 Haiku #44

Lightly falling snow
dissipating as it hits the ground
Winter is extinct.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Sunday, February 12, 2012

February 12, 2012 Haiku #43

Her silver tears
reflect on the still pond
as a howl shatters silence.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

February 11, 2012 Haiku #42

Swirling snow catches
on pale skin
burying yesterday's memories.

Friday, February 10, 2012

February 10, 2012 Haiku #41

When did we jump the shark?
I can't even remember.
I miss you.