Six Haiku Thick books satisfy – a fat sandwich packed with madmen, lovers. Phone call A call from my son. I hear him smile down the phone. The house seems warmer. frozen puddles snap like toffee; ice cream cones melt to fir trees; lawns to lace. The road shines with frost. I walk stiff leggedContinue reading “Six”
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A Terrible Fear of Cheese 