haiku trio:

bone chill embrace

fog rolls in hissing —
a starless sky swallowed whole —
in bone chill embrace

just like sister ray said

sister ray dances
naked after vespers as
a blind rat watches

a glassful

a glass full of sea
monkeys spilled out over the
brim of deception

“I think poetry should sort of poke through your skin, shouldn’t fit you quite right. I don’t think that poetry should be ingested easily.”
— Kay Ryan