Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.
San Diego fire 2
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San Diego fire
Anne emails to say
smoke plumes rise like shrouds of loss.
Below, hell ablaze.
Problem
In bad rains bathroom
ceiling leaks. A slow tick tells
of water stains mapped.
Journalist
Writing about rape.
Prostitution. Injustice.
Happy talkie talk.
Can’t sleep 6
At 6:30 they
awake to find I’m still up.
The curse of deadlines.
Projection
Sometimes when others
envision us in new light,
we become realized.
Can’t sleep 5
Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Disbelief
Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.
Domestic engineer
Today computers
obsess me. (I must go back
to baking cookies.)
Morph
You think you know me.
Carefully constructed, I
reinvent daily.
a haiku a day 