Impressions . . .

—From CB—

From time to time, I’ll post some writing here that I have no plans for publishing: easier to get a dozen readers here than to jump through hoops for a different dozen. This includes an occasional venture into haiku. I fall between the purists who, even in English, swear by the 5/7/5 syllabic structure and the free-wheelers who say, “Anything short.” Mentioning seasons is a good idea, but I don’t do it much. Countless things are good ideas that I don’t do.

Since it’s my turn to write our weekly blog and I’m just recovering from a naggy-draggy cold, I’ll just offer six from the current hundred and seven.

5.
manzanita
ruddy contortionist
Dionysus

10.
holocaust
and morning coffee bind
two old friends

29.
kitchen window sun
snags the first spider web of
the new-painted kitchen

68.
white parasols
stars making stars making stars
this Queen Anne’s lace

81.
driving in fog
rumble of hog truck behind
first hint of death

106.
WE GAH THU POWAH!
blats over Civic Center
sleepers on cardboard

That’s all, folks!  For now.