NPR Asked for Summer Haiku

I.  Shady Lane barefoot at twilight we play Ghosts in the Graveyard vanishing in dark   II.  Rook cards slap on the porch after-dinner Manhattans kids drunk with freedom   III. Beckoning June is ever-dusk fireflies wink in gangly grass as I pedal home    

Dark Rides

Dark spreads like blood pooling beneath the bruised skin, but warm – Or as though the earth is an eye, lids closing slowly and shadowing inward, And in this swelling night, in this place slowly cooling to the touch, The air compressor blasts and growls, channeling breath into the long-resting tires, So they may ride … More Dark Rides