haiku

Brad's skeleton movesnot as quickly as when he was alivebut with greater purpose

duct-taped to the reclinerthe stepfather wakes and watchesas Michael slits his throat

cobwebs in the atticonce hubs of activityabandoned homes graves

cauldron of questionsneither rightly nor wronglyanswered by The Oracle

front door opensmouse skitters throughheaded out for a bit

cat purrs in my lapthe purring stops and I wonder --dead or sleeping?

midnight howlsbleed through the canyon --wolves or wind?

waked from a sound sleepby knocking on the windowof the upstairs bedroom

blueberry bushmarked with a signto avoid the mower

blood on the streetthe site of an accidentwhere somebody died

the end of the strugglearound a quinceañera --a toast

pine grove --fallen branches churnwitches' butter

ravenous mindon a quest for truth and lightextinguished too soon

frog and leafrace across the road -- car swervesleaf wins

how to feed myselfmy question falls on deaf earsthe corn's silk darkens

moon shines brightleaves skitter down the trianglespace heater hums

they never turn backthe fiery reds and yellowsnourishing the earth

trees on firebright reds and yellowsAutumn in Maine

mushrooms climbthe trunk of a silver tree --Quill Hill, Maine

plans are made