Wolf Spider [Haiku]

a wolf spider
 scurries overland like
  I cross a hot beach.

Cave Days [Haiku]

in the cave,
 surrounded by stone,
  no sight; no sound.

Spared the Human Curse [Free Verse]

Seven Sages were spared the sickness
 of perceiving the possibility of perfection,
  a "perception" of the patently impossible --
   in truth, just dim and flimsy imaginings of mind,

   and, so, they didn't mind the inevitable
     flaws of the human world. 

A Poor Place to Be [Lyric Poem]

A turned field on a cloudy day.
 A clapboard shack, with threat of rain.

Oh, it's so dark and gloomy -
 a rickety roost, not so roomy.

Staring out the window, wondering:
 was that sound grumble or thundering?

Grumble of stomach, thunder of sky?
 And I can't see out this bad eye. 

Mountain Life [Haiku]

in misty mountains,
 lichen & moss carpeted,
  two mushrooms stand tall.

Language Liquidity [Free Verse]

language is liquid;
 meaning meanders.

 in the long-run,
  meanings are meaningless,
    untethered and adrift 
      in an ocean of possibility.

[political words' meanings 
   don't drift, but tumble with
      whiplash violence through
         a desert of the possible.

 But, predictably, the first variation
    of a political word is the exact
      opposite of its original meaning.]

Reciprocal Gods [Free Verse]

Be my god
   and I'll be yours,

 and we can make
    each other miracles.

We Are Makers [Free Verse]

Are we Makers?
     Yes. We are!

And damn good ones at that.

We can turn a planet
      into plastic trinkets.

We can use every last morsel
      to make stuff:
           bright & shiny
                     or
            loud & colorful. 

We can even make ideas:
       good or bad,
       true or false,
 but always 100% believable.

We're the ones who invented Evil.

Yes, that whole toxic notion 
       is brought to you by us.

And Left-Wing & Right-Wing...

It used to be just a bunch of people
       trying their best to understand
       and to get by. 

But we built mental / conceptual corrals,
        corrals good enough that we 
        could no longer recognize each other 
        as part of the same species. 

We are Makers. 

Jewelwing [Haiku]

on a maple leaf,
 a jewelwing stands - still.
  it'd blend, if not so blue.

A Dog Day Ends [Haiku]

a dog day ends,
 pine needles silhouetted
  against orange sky.