Bed under the sky, Lying supine, opened eyes. Patterns of the leaves, Painting the azure with green, Heaven was brought down for me. Note: Tankas are written in the structure of 5,7,5,7,7 syllables respectively.

Hour Twenty       Books For Beginners                 Mary Pecaut   How to Be A… How to Free A… How to Make How to Escape How to Live Like.. How to Give like… How to Grow How…

The almond flowered, An umbrella from the sun, Vast pink canopy

This was my last dream of you and me. A bed in a field of flowers out of her sight, and away from him. Just you. Just me. Just a bed in a field of flowers. Just now I woke from a nap, and as…

“Planes flying overhead, Bombs exploding in the air, Sirens blaring through the city. Fear gripping your body, Knowing what’s to come, You run and hide, But no matter where you hide, Or where you run, These experiences haunt you for life. Escaping out of your…

Hour 19    Casco Viejo, Panama City                     Mary Pecaut   Today I walk on cobbled streets, pass facades – window frames frame frangipanis, doorways speak of pirates past  missionaries and colonizers.   I might be…

A long stretch A longer nap Waiting for them to fetch Any longer, I might snap   A blur image Getting clearer by the second Them coming to honour my lineage Any minute now I reckon   Oh the moment of joy then comes The…

Covering head Rain falling Sun is not on my face Refreshed with a cool breeze  

A lone man in a black wool coat From the ruined tower do keep vigil.                Of old folks suspecting no ill First he took the old barber out.                     …

Keyboards are the Basis of my Life’s working existence Not the musical Ones with ivory And ebony keys But the typewriter Qwerty I learned At age 12 And have mastered Over decades of Plucking out documents On Smith Coronas IBM electric Selectrics Xerox word processors…