E.E. Cummings

who knows if the moon’s

a balloon,coming out of a keen city

in the sky—filled with pretty people?

(and if you and i should

get into it,if they

should take me and take you into their balloon,

why then

we’d go up high with all the pretty people

than the houses and steeples and clouds:

go sailing

away and away sailing into a keen

city which nobody’s ever visited,where



Spring)and everyone’s

in love and flowers pick themselves


Last day of work

A tasteful short film by Brian Brender

I just want to be an Issa haiku

the wind is part of the process

the rain is part of the process


Whene’er you feel comfortable, visit versedaily. They’ve had some great poems up there lately.

My life invaded by digital invaders. This new phone is a circus.