Before the story could move across the country, it had to sit still for a minute.
These are the small poems from the smoke, the sirens, the moon, the road, and the quiet places Sweetie and I found after the fire.
Haiku became a way to breathe in three lines.
1/7
In Los Angeles
The dreams have a smokey hue
I want to wake
1/14
The moon seems angry
Luna glows like her brother
City lights question
1/15
That’s my city now
Electric light orchestra
Spaceship of angels
1/16
Tell us a story
Time only tells where you are
I watch where I Am
1/20
City dreams of sleep
Quiet and a siren sings
Promissory note
1/21
Pearls dance in the sky
Pushing down a Century
Welcome to LA
1/23
Concrete permanence
Tomorrows portals still stand
Welcoming futures
1/24
And her eyes are there
Amid stunning distractions
The décolletage
1/25
Welcoming the storm
Embers burn please be sad Sky
Tears extinguish grief
1/26
Exceptional shine
The space between Yin and Ysng
I exist as line
1/29
Don’t make war on tears
Battles are for enemies
Tears transmute the pain
2/4
Standing sentinel
They form a line by themselves
In Altadena
2/5
Sirens tell a tale
Misty circumstances smile
Her behind the veil
2/14
Don’t turn the lights out
Scorpio baby making
February moon
3/10
Hazy familiar
Ready I will shower you
Wash your hair with care
3/14
This Laguna Beach
The waves crashing delicious
I’m famished for sweets
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