a river of parting poems

Securing a second page to restart running this cold steel ruler to mark a boundary, a demarcation so hard yet tender in souls that had been torn asunder cutting heart to heart If you gaze enough upward and beyond this gentle starry night, you will see this river by which every poem must part glistening … Continue reading a river of parting poems

Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Concealed and revealed interspersed with love and pain compelling unveiled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He decides to dedicate today to the subject of LOVE. On waking this morning he observes that the snow has melted and revealed dark foreboding jagged black rock, like he is suddenly going through a lesson on the description of rocks, including their color and … Continue reading Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Pure snow clothing with might authenticity that tied love so pure in sight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.* He suddenly recalled how he used this line and wrote his first prose. He did not have access to this book then and read it as a quote somewhere. … Continue reading Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

coming home to the rain and typing

Since returning to my more stable and familiar station, I have encountered two major issues: the weather and the internet. I welcome the tropical weather. No more heavy clothing and encumbrances in terms of what to wear for jogging and walking in winter. Of course the rain is bothersome at times. This station has rain … Continue reading coming home to the rain and typing

a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

so deep is the night these two fingers click a heart locked in chest named "Love" ~~~~~~~Browsing through this blog, I found that this is the series that bares an aspect of my heart that I hardly talk about except in the deepest moment of a random night when I dare venture into a browser … Continue reading a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

two minds: To love at all is to be vulnerable

a haiku for this story of the love of two minds: a mind who ponders met a mirrored mind of his late but not too late. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken...""For Jack the attraction was at first undoubtedly intellectual. Joy … Continue reading two minds: To love at all is to be vulnerable

perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He went to the rock in time to witness the waves spitting spurting foams ~~~~~~~He thinks he should write this letter to her to report his whereabouts. "My dearest love: You have heard that I come to the ocean to visit the rock. Yes, I have just returned safely to my well-heated room, warm, filled … Continue reading perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story

  he heard his name called from a distance but not far warm and tender thought ~~~~~~~~~~Naturally her. Gentle. Firm. Hope overflowing from every pore if sound has pores. He heard a sound so familiar that for a moment he thought he was at home seeping hot coffee reading new poems at his favorite armchair … Continue reading He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story