pi & anne

thoughts

  • … an ode to tanka

    Tanka are a vessel for holding tough things. I don’t want to add “in a beautiful…

  • Upside-down, But Make It Make Sense

    What are you waiting for? — For space. Allowed to wait without a “for”. Will I ever…

  • a crack

    a crackin the centuriesold patina of teatrying to spread goodand yet it might be not enough…

  • running down

    a jet of waterrunning downthe tapmy hairthe sink I love words with double-meaning. They give me…

  • it’s getting concrete …

    What do concrete poems and haiku have in common? (The answer is, yes, the use of…

  • the sharp full moon

    Just a few days in on my social media absence, and I’m fine. I’m good. I…

  • sometimes less is more

    There’s that saying sometimes less is more. I’m moving in, into my blog, for good. I’ve…

  • Seasons

    spring continuumthe new day afterthe new day There’s this notion that if you talk about your…