Bessie Smith

I ain't good lookin'
-- so Bessie once said
angel child of blues

Spring flowers

Early spring flowers
unaware
of their poetry

Urban spring

Cracks on a sidewalk
hidden by trash, grass and weeds
urban spring

Passing of baseball royalty

Of Brooklyn's peerage
the heart of the order
Duke Snider

Mare Crisium

Fountain pen ink spill
not contained by a blotter
Mare Crisium

Christchurch, NZ

Under the rubble
a pram's wheels, a torn blanket
nothing more

Bring a plate to Kiwis!

Good on you, mates
the quake leaves you bloody
but unbowed