the new tattoo
has turned scaly
Tag: lichens
Of all doomed friendships,
none is more tragic than that between a compulsive blurter and an obsessive brooder.
I was always a party of one.
I’d come in, sit down, and make myself uncomfortable.
winter fog
bare branches turn
green again
The sky of my childhood
was full of places to climb and sit.
Woodrat photohaiku 