This weekend writing haiku with a group at Upaya
current situations (prompt)
dished disinformation
as distraction
just pivot into it
until there is no distance
disinformation disheartening
covering this garden with spring mulch
thumb pushes hope into seeds
newly pulled out decayed roots
still smiling, minus molars
having lost some weight
Death Poem (prompt)
carrying many voices
along this path inside me, some
I expect to see
Something dear to me (prompt)
our good rice secret
it must first die in oil
then reborn in water
