Nazareth's wood bleeds
An echo of sacrifice...

Pumpkins smile with fire,
their souls sold to the devil...

The circus rolls into town
And the crowd fills the big top...

...
...Stillness...

She sifts the decay
Risking her death for pittance...

Magical deliverance created from angels' laughter...
Running, flying they danced gaily, skipping...

Cold smog crawls the swamp, like breath, icy cold.
This sneering crowd, hisses, writhing in this...

Moon beams dancing
behind my eyes...

.i
Flurrying fine silk...

.i
Laughter drifts from mouths...

A Haiku..
Tangerine slik hangs...

I
Summer adventures...