3 Summery Haikus

Two azaleas sway, nudge and graze in the wind like lovers at woodstock

Sipping persian tea, toes buried in warm white sand, balmy winds abound.

Cold blue-green waves curl, softly break through the pinkish pastel horizon.

Micropoetry about poverty

she scratches a 40 year old scar on her wrinkled face, parks her walker, adjusts her violet wig, and pilfers a barbie pink lipstick.




peasants sink into a gravelly, charcoal street that pulls like quicksand.





in the tuberculosis clinic
undulating rainbows of mismatched princess toe-socks cleanse the contaminated air





sift for gold nuggets and rare, perforated swiss on a littered beach.

My interview on BlogTalkRadio TONIGHT!

Tune in tonight! I'll be talking with Boyd and Lucinda on a great show called "The Streets Don't Love You Back."

Aug 21, 2013 .8:30 PT/ 9:30 MT/ 10:30 CT/ 11:30 est Location: GLOBAL 
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thestreetsdontloveyouback 
Phone: 347-826-7273



UPDATE:

It was an honor to talk to Boyd and Lucinda.  They are beautiful people.  I feel so privileged to have discussed the role of the arts in trauma recovery with them.  

Haikus about Greed

I wrote these Haikus and tweeted them.

Stitched purse bottom is ugly, weak and treacherous... squanders my self-worth. #greed #poem #poetry #haiku #misplacedvalues

capital letters scream with impunity, deafening society...

#haiku #capitalism #poetry #micropoetry

Confused by your heart's vacuity as you subsist on diamonds and live prey. #haiku #poetry #greed

my farm grows twinkies, hot pink second-hand scrunchies and defective sporks. #haiku #poetry #MicroPoetry #stateofamerica

Greed is awful but there is hope... lots of hope... that's why I write.