Her Good Old Bad Old Days-Tanka Sequence

Little old lady tells me she was a stripper ...during the war years. 'A pretty darn good one too... ...loved every minute of it! ” Snow falls on marble. An angel cries in the night then all is white...quiet. Snow blown by a biting wind clings to a grave stone.. your name. Thumb print...so distinct on the window pane after you have gone...you’ve gone! And I look out at the world through its haze of lines...blind...blind. Hen Night - A Haiku Ah! Book! Book! Book! Book! Chickens discuss favourite authors, eggs & cocks!