low rumbling voice
baby’s first words
“no mère, no garlic”
low rumbling voice
baby’s first words
“no mère, no garlic”
rapt in silence
words float in the cloudless sky
without agenda
words appear
blatantly expressive
for me alone
piano chords
on her typewriter keys
announcing joy
internet down
all haiku shared still en route
twilight zone of words
how to unwrite words
or erase hurtful actions
ongoing research
unspoken words
frustration boomerang
voice its victim
touching deep
each word born from sadness
released to be free
too early for words
ceiling fan offers solo
no demands
search for words
sudden inner film screening
that’s all folks