Midnight, sparkled frost.
A full moon presides o’er fields,
where I’ll never lie.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Midnight, sparkled frost.
A full moon presides o’er fields,
where I’ll never lie.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

We are all gathered.
. . . with you. And with your spirit.
Kneading daily bread.
© Carlos Chagall, April 2013

one, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten, e-
. . . .
. . . ?
. . . !
leven, twelve, thirteen!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Says here you have angst,
yet you are so poorly coiffed.
What’s up with that, hmm?
© Carlos Chagall, April 2013
Haiku Redux is not a bad name for a band. Don't you think? I do. They'd play all their tunes in seventeen four time, or eighteen, but who's counting? Chicheme, March 2013