June 2012 – Page 2

haiku 217

picnic
dirty white dog
shares my chicken

Something’s in the closet, trying to get out. Something else is in the hall, trying to get in. I’m the bologna in this sandwich.

Technique will hold a reader from sentence to sentence, but only content will stay in his mind.
– Joyce Carol Oates

wind advisory
dry topsoil
leaves the field

The tornado hit the nursery and rose petals rained on the ruined city, the lovely scent warring with that of the broken gas lines.