Dear Old Barn

Oh my dear old barn

I know your bones are getting weak

You put on a good show

The fresh paintcoat makes it seem less bleak

Still your sills are rotting

Your bracepins are breaking

Your eaves are dropping

In the eve-wind you’re creaking

For the prompt at dVerse

Background radiation

Microwave radiation pervades The universe a vibration so frequent it feels smooth the hum brightens deepens

A deep throbbing drum sounds so long it’s found in roots and rocks

I can’t my girl I can’t let go

Those waves pile up and push against it or rather it pushes them bunches of the flow Stainglass window it’s broken in Benton place, number 23

Do you remember that house

That white white house with the columns in the stairs those stares. Up those wooden stairs in that house. There’s two Roads there’s 2 feet they are separate she couldn’t bear to walk both at the same time so cut one of them loose.

The lifeline is sinking into the murk

This is also noisy those sound waves push against my head thrumming on my brow

The prow of the ship sloshes

The prowl of the jaguar is reduced to pacing back-and-forth along the bars

Each bottle is lying, the medicine he givesIs only illusion. You think illusion would be able to salve illusion but now it’s not able to make it real

It’s not able to reveal it’s just an ignoring, A denying. The bed is lying to about the comfort I can offer like a siren it’s calling it wants me to lie too


My attempt to meet the bar at

Big sky water

Into the mirror slips

Dark paddle

Slips into the big sea water

Into my mother’s mirror

Envelope seams with bulge between

Helium heart lifts it’s cage

Slips the mooring lines

Gone slack

Sink into dark sea water

Underneath the basket hangs

Within two eggs borne

High above the big sea water

Enveloped in that other sea

That reaches over: big sky water

Waiting for the tadpole rain

Slip into the big sea mirror

Waiting for those lost

To return home again

Waiting by the big sea water

There to lay the stone



The first one was dubious, uncertain. It was a new place, a new space with a new family. In fact, that there were other people at all was really kind of weird. I mean after all the place I came from us homogenous. Look at this mess.

So I had to roll with it, like you do. There’s a lot of spinning around until you get back to that sign post, that’s how you know you’ve made it all the way around.

They add up though. Some we hang things on like driving or drinking. We think that the tens, and 25th somehow mean more than the others. DAd is done with the whole mess, my niece is only eight into it…

. Hooray! It’s Me day!

Birthdays are great when you forget

About the number


For the prompt haibun Monday at

Synchronized dancing

These tiny revolutions
Globeish pirouettes
Small circles around the sun
Other celestial bodies come
Into view, and out again in
Their circling dervish-dance.
Some, closer, are snared
Captured, captivated
Pick up the orbits of
Satellites. Come, sit near
Warm your feet by the fire.
Until one moment they are gone.
Unannounced, just vanished.
My longing extends into the
Space that was once occupied
And I’ll read their last poems with that
Feeble light, not knowing if I
Will have the grapes to ever write again.


Free isn’t freedom

The brave
Have cowered
In fear.
They tow the line
Do what They’re told
And hide
From each other
Behind masks

The free
Have abdicated
And lock themselves
In home built cages
Begging to be surveilled
Dutifully carry their
Tracking devices.
And eat the stories they’re fed.

This was a very successful Dry run
A full scale practice exercise

They were almost on to us, too
Good thing somebody had footage
Of some cop squishing that man.
We couldn’t have planned a
Better distraction.

Can you believe it?
They still have no idea
What is truly valuable