My mother died some years ago but she spent her childhood in Missouri. Though her dialect was western her speech was peppered with Missouri phrases: you “stulpnagle”, “he’s barkin’ up the wrong tree”, “like the pot callin’ the kettle black”, “first your money, then your clothes, then it rains, then it snows – life’s the drizzling […]
Category: Sword-Cut Haiku
to somewhere
a sunlit spider’s single tread maps its nightly journey to somewhere Br. ‘Chuck‘ Wilcox BA, MA, UMd.Zen-Dudeist WhispererBus Bench Specialist
sunny morn
Most people who come to Costa Rica come at this time of the year; the sun is shining, the air is clear, gentle breezes predominate. It’s a great time to lie on the beach and get a suntan. This is especially true at this time of snow and deep cold as I hear reported in the […]