Haiku for you

The bamboo laden with snow hung low over the walkway.
The oak leaves lit by
the Strawberry moon are like a
flight of bats on the wing.
From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.
Watching the sun rise
over Dog Hill I feel dizzy
by the turning earth.

Blues before sunrise

Here comes the sun

Alone again, naturally

Star Chamber

Sun Ra

Temple Of the Golden Pavilion

House of the Rising Sun

The thick purple veins
blossom forth from the orchid
Into the daylight.
A fly flew into my martini
It died instantaneously
It was a happy death.


Blue ribbons fluttering
Birds chirping in the trees
A girl walks briskly by.

Sitting in the street
in front of the coffeehouse
My arms turn to goose flesh.

The Bamboo planted
on the bank of the river
calms my restless soul.

621 West Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky

Behind the facade of the false front is the emptiness of the blue sky…