Wow, what a fantastic site of linked haiga!

See Haiku Here blog. A real gem!

Older haiga published in Simply Haiku 2008

Click to enlarge and read the haiku. Photo take at Lake Worth Beach, FL

Stunning duet with Stevie Nicks and the finalist on Hulu

I see this video is no longer available as of my Oct 4 2011 check. If it comes back I'll repost it.



I took my love, and I took it down
I Climbed a mountain and I turned around
and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life~~~
Mmmm mmm mmm

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too

(Interlude)

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
children get older
And I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too

So, take my love, take it down
ooh, if you Climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down

And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down
Oh the landslide bring it down.

An older haiga with Mike Keville published in Sketchbook 2010

The June 2011 Dead Mule is out!

Four poems of mine can be found in The Dead Mule. Lots of good work in the issue, especially Michael Parker's chapbook.

For the Veterans

Wikimedia has given permission for free use of this photo. It's among the most moving of many I looked at in considering what to post in honor of Memorial Day.

Pris

Paul Newman Blues now availible

I have 25 personal copies of Paul Newman Blues,the mini chap published by Full of Crow, to sell. Cost is four dollars in the U.S. with one dollar postage and handling. To make it easier, I created my own paypal link for the book, but I accept checks, too. Contact me if you live outside of the U.S. First 25 sales will be it. As you'll see on the link, Full of Crow has been unable to update their chaps or sales online.

May 27 note: I've sold eight copies overnight and know several people who've told me they wanted a copy when it came out, so the numbers I have to sell are going down.

June 15 update I now have 6 copies available.

Go to THIS LINK to read about the book and find the paypal link.

Another poem in Rusty Truck

Doing Time

Enjoy, and leave a comment if so moved.

I'm still not on much. Now it's bronchitis. One day all this shall pass.

Pris

Mother's Day Video

I made this short video about my mother. She died in 1996 at the age of 89. RIP Mother. I love you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2M6KdwITFw

(there was no embed code to put the video in directly)

Making Love, a poem by Rebeccan McClanahan

Why make? I used to wonder.
Is it something you have to keep on
making, like beds or dinner, stir it up

or smooth it down? Sex, I understood,
an easy creaking on the upholstered
springs of a man you meet in passing.

You have sex, you don’t have to make it,
it makes you - rise and fall and rise again,
each time, each man, new. But love?

It could be the name of a faraway
city, end of a tired journey you take
with some husband, your bodies chugging

their way up the mountain, glimpsing
the city lights and thinking, If we can
keep it up, we’ll make Love by morning.

I guess it was fun for somebody,
my grandmother once said. By then
I was safely married and had earned

the right to ask, there in the kitchen
beside the nodding aunts. Her answer
made me sad. In her time, love meant making

babies, and if I had borne twelve
and buried three, I might see my husband
as a gun shooting off inside me, each bullet

another year gone. But sex wasn’t my question.
Love was the ghost whose shape kept
shifting. For us, it did not mean babies,

those plump incarnations the minister
had promised - flesh of our flesh,
our increase. Without them, and twenty years

gone, what have we to show
for the planing and hammering, bone
against bone, chisel and wedge,

the tedious sanding of night
into morning - when we rise, stretch,
shake out the years, lean back,

and see what we’ve made: no ghost,
it’s a house. Sunlight through the window
glazing our faces, patina of dust

on our arms. At every axis, mortise
and tenon couple and hold. Doors
swing heavy on their hinges.



I love her poetry!

The poem came from this link:
 http://poetry365.tumblr.com/post/66350099/making-love-rebecca-mcclanahan
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Royal Wedding Attire:-)

Okay, the secret is out! Queen Elizabeth, hoping to train Prince William for stepping into her shoes one day, has INVITED PRIS' PINK HAT to be part of the wedding. Here, seen for the first time is the couple in their wedding attire!

Miami doc day

I see my ME/CFS doc today down at the U. Miami center that Dr Nancy Klimas runs. I'm crossing my fingers that one of the visits will bring a supplement or whatever I can tolerate that will increase my quality of life just that wee more. I always can find out the latest in research when I go, too, before it's public since my doctor and Nancy Klimas are good friends and she's kept up to speed.

The long ride down and the wait, visit, half my blood drawn out (kidding) and the ride back all make for a pooped kid when I get home even though I have pillows and lie down in the back each way. It's all that shaking and bumping around that makes me dizzier and tired, but sitting up doesn't change it and I can at least semi-doze.

Pris

Daytona getaway!

I was able last weekend to take my fourth 'away' in these 20 years I've had ME/CFS. My husband drove my friend and me to a condo on the ocean where we had one short outing each day with the help of a push chair and mostly just enjoyed being there on the ocean and relaxing. I'm crashing this week but the trip was worth it. I love the sea. I'm enclosing a few photos.

Shot inside the condo taken in the wall mirror running along one side. My friend is in the kitchen area and my husband is out on the patio watching the sea

Take from our patio right before dawn.

View from our patio just before the sun came up.

I'm standing in front of our car on the beach. It was HOT.

This was at the inlet. My husband rolled me out so I could see better. A sailboat is coming in behind me.

Click any photos to enlarge.

Now I'm off to rest again.

New Haiga out at Ink Sweat & Tears

To see the haiga go HERE.

Thanks,

Pris