31 August 2017

30 August 2017

29 August 2017

Haiku 2017/241

a bird and a cloud
the bird flies off with a squawk
the cloud floats away

28 August 2017

27 August 2017

Haiku 2017/239

those leaves turning brown:
is it the summer heat or
the approach of fall

26 August 2017

24 August 2017

23 August 2017

22 August 2017

21 August 2017

20 August 2017

19 August 2017

Haiku 2017/231

somewhere a song plays
that underscores your strange mood
whatever it is

18 August 2017

Haiku 2017/230

Friday afternoon
last worker in the office
staring straight ahead

Friday photo 2017/33


detail of The Memorial to Robert Gould Shaw and the Massachusetts Fifty-Fourth Regiment by Augustus Saint-Gaudens on Boston Common, June 2017

17 August 2017

Haiku 2017/229

have I really seen
these things I walk past each day?
how strange it all is

16 August 2017

15 August 2017

14 August 2017

13 August 2017

Haiku 2017/225

turning on the stage
how much does the actor see
beyond the bright lights

12 August 2017

Haiku 2017/224

floating in the blue
we might be clouds or perhaps
reflections of clouds

10 August 2017

09 August 2017

08 August 2017

07 August 2017

06 August 2017

05 August 2017

03 August 2017

Haiku 2017/215

Spring's tender seedlings
are now this tangle of vines
and overripe fruit

02 August 2017

01 August 2017