None of it is worth muchBut I am captured by the glitterThe sparkle of your youthThe jelly candy colours of your happinessYour promise, your desiresOh […]
Wash, rinse repeatMy dwindling supply of plastic shopping bagsHanging from my bag treeA drying rack for plasticI accuse my mom of being a bag ladyIt’s […]
My plastic cups runneth over with twist ties and elastics tucked away for the just in cases For a time when rubber and wire are […]
Chinese red bloomingYet another painting spreePaint tins brush the leaves. Haiku, based on Paint.