Sucking his fingertip

the babe floats down the river

safe in his blue egg.

This haiku is part of the Haiku Bombers project.


Kerouac’s Grave.


Kerouac's Grave.

Visited the poet today on what would have been his 90th birthday. As you can see, I wasn’t the only one to drop by.

It was a spontaneous trip, so I hadn’t brought anything as an offering. I did find a withered Cheerio in my pocket. My son had been sucking on it earlier.

I thought the symbolism of the Cheerio was pretty good. Sometimes spontaneous symbolism is the best kind. (I find this to be true in writing as well.)