Those days with the wind swaying in the trees
those grey misty days of swirling leaves,
of tumbling autumn days falling into water -
the sea lapping around the legs of the pier
...
Jacaranda jaculus - jaculus Caractacus
Caraway imaculus.
Hacking haikus home from traveling the page.
Merimac memory-babe, clacking keys
...
'Who are you? ' asked the caterpillar
but I didn't know - so what could I say?
I thought about it for a bit
but realized there was no answer
...
A jackdaw
at the back door
with a hacksaw
in his black claw
...
You hollowed out my poem
and stuck your
(adverts)
into it
...
Old crow
your eyelids are grey
rapidly blinking
some small loose feathers fluttering
...
Fresk kommolek ebrenn
glas pilenn hwyth a-ves
tarosvann-pallenn
ha treusnija-leurienn dhe an bran
...
Granite snowman
growanek growth of gold
lichen licks your old head -
your grass-skirt and blessed
...