So I’m going to try & post something new each day. A poem piece, a little nugget of text, fragments of a story in progress, something. So today, four hiccups (haiku-like poems) that began & ended my last attempt at blogging: onward, upward, forever westward eyeing eastly, uneasily & perhaps awkwardly, but openly, hopefully:
On Mt. Rainier
Log cabin porch swing—
bugs practice shadow puppets
behind the green leaf.
3 Hiccups in WA
Is that my cat’s ghost
or the computer
breathing?
New snow, old snow.
World looks the same
in an oilslick.
Following a Korean dinner over oranges
arranged in a white bowl
she finds the rhyme in Stonehenge.