Haiku

pollen covers cars

and even sticks onto clothes

springtime takes revenge

 

the splendor of sight

our sun rises once again

in spite of darkness

 

from the rocky shores

of Western Ireland they fled

my thin ancestors

 

mother passed away

from this world a year ago

today by the sea

 

the sunken treasure

of waking up to mom’s voice

singing while cleaning

 

the aloe plant hugs

the wall as its leaves reach

for the window

 

imagine the sound

of fog – envision the sight

of our sun’s full warmth

May Shore Tanka

the fog lifts itself

up off the sand and begins

to become the sky

on the ocean’s horizon

where everything meets and leaves

guilt and pleasure pain and joy yes and no

suffering is the face of god

just stare at the pain and reflect

there is nothing worse

that can be imagined

call it a test or a path

the only way to understand

is thru experience

it’s a cage inside your body

to look at nothing

while seeing everything

give up everything deny it all

Recent Haiku

mother passed away

from this world a year ago

today by the sea

 

from the rocky shores

of western Ireland they fled-

my thin ancestors

 

the splendor of sight

our sun rises once again

in spite of darkness

 

the sunken treasure

of waking up to mom’s voice

singing while cleaning

 

Gram used to tell me

it’s better to sell your ass

than to sell your soul

 

debt

does the $50,000 i owe

make me any less human?

or the fact that  i come from a lineage of debt

that the house i grew up in was seized

by Wells Fargo that i lived

in a foreclosed home for years

on the precipice of homelessness

does it matter that as a child

i knew the ins and outs of bankruptcy

not once but twice and moved in

with the grandparents so we wouldn’t be put

out on the streets

it mattered so much that my fondest home

was an encampment outside city hall

how i handed out pamphlets

like my life depended on it

“the mayor and police

are not our friends”

it stated but the self-described

organizers colluded with the oppressors

all while chastising us for being too radical

when we ran from the picket lines

down market street to the glass

storefronts of bank HQs and banged

on the windows but there was not enough of us

it was then i knew that the money i owed

made me worth more