Haiku is like dust
on fairy wings or Pan’s feet –
able to transport

When we teach to love
we risk heartache; when we fail,
we risk everything.

Roaring through this breath
to find eye of current storm
and ride this shit out.

Open your arms wide!
Scoop up all this life offers
and sift as you go.

Loving arms outstretched
Welcome all comers inside
Sort wreckage later

Soup is simmering.
My bread rises, plump and full.
Hope and love served hot.