Paul Haeder: zoos, oh zoologyrushing torrents of strollers electric guitars on stage like a run through an airport connecting flights the cotton candy, elephant ears, snow cones, all bundled up in diaper rash, daddies saying stupid things about polar bears
Paul Haeder: sun bursts on sod clod like desert offering solitary figure in the grass bending to sweet grass blood milkwort beardtongue kiss me quickhallowed grounds – Osage Pawnee Otoe dog soldiers Kiowa Cheyenne Sioux
Paul Haeder: children circle the bard of barbarism wait for marching orders reality TV twenty-four seven rolls of the dice one part disharmony, two parts despotic forebears the youngsters await some sonrisa of sanity, anything resembling rebellion, shorting the hedge fund holding love hostage, anything
Paul Haeder: Makena received its name when many people traveled and gathered there to collect coral for the building of the Po’okela Church in Makawao in the 19th century.
Paul Haeder: the last photographic plate tainted with tears of missed sunrises, burning orange lifting pacific shells of turtles from depths she kicks sand back to eternity