1)
Snap the brittle bones
of a long-since-dead willow
and feed them to flame

2)
My rotund belly
Growing and shrinking each meal
Like Funhouse Mirrors

3)
Mother Nature aches
Heart breaking for her children
Consumed by violence

Hammock Tanka
Here I lay weightless,
cocooned larval butterfly,
content in the woods.
This, the final peace I know,
my last bastion against greed