Saturday, May 2, 2015

Friday, May 1, 2015

Tears for Nepal.




small subcontinent /
merging with great asia ||
mountains still rising...

sacred mountains grow
/ while sacred buildings crumble
|| lost ephemera...

sturdier than rock /
from the rubble they arise ||
reusing old bricks...

while the west worries
/ package tours on everest
|| sherpas fear for kin...

disasters show us /
the closeness of the world, and /
how wide the divide.

~ Tiwago

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Tears for Baltimore.




Black driver and,
White passenger -
Driving Miss Daisy.

White driver and,
Black passenger -
Freddie Gray dies.

Trash: tossed in the back;
Taken for a rough-ride -
Ball-bearing in a spray-paint can.

A bruised reed, bent too far;
Broken like dried brittle kindling -
From that kindling || a fire burns.

A story from Edgar Allan Poe;
Beating hearts and dark nights -
People rise, saying: "Never More!"

~ Tiwago

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

as the crow flies - 5 haiku




black-robe in oak church
high pulpit carved by lightning
parson crow ascends


nervous in their pews
the congregation trembles
the murder murmurs


dark forms on the road
searching for death and decay
finding cold french-fries


darting before cars
rising to telephone lines
to share their stories


too slow the old crow
left behind still and broken
on the yellow line


~ Tiwago

(Painting by van Gogh)

Friday, April 24, 2015

Thursday, April 23, 2015

a memory...




Lying  still upon the plateau back,
Of his gelded bay quarter-horse,
A long skinny loner named Timothy
(Like the grass between his teeth):
Listening to the gray elephant sky;
Surrendering into the droning rain,
On a rusty galvanized-metal roof -

Zen moment of summer and home.

                                       ~ Tiwago

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

i startle...





i startle awake,

between tick and tock.


was it a noise,

now suddenly silent?


was it a night terror,

haunting my synapses?


was it a gasp for air,

a fish stranded ashore?


or a revolutionary idea,

now lost to mankind?


between tock and tick,

i fall asleep.

~ Tiwago