NO Facebook Vanity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I think folks/
are interested in the/
things I do? They’re not.

Flying To The City Of New Orleans, Crying: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.

N’Orleans Sax Memory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

Do you remember/
Cafe’ Du Monde,
beignets,
the full moon,
Jackson Square?
The way a single
sax
note
hung,
misty,
for me
in the heavy night
N’Awlens
air?
Do you remember?

‘Cuz each time I hear
that tenor sax
s l o w
p
l
a
y
that way,
I do.