the linoleum floor
shiny, speckless—
this hope that the surgeon
will be as meticulous
—Skylark, 3:2, Winter 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
The one time
the one time
my father saw his father
…….... from afar
too hard to decipher
the character lines
—A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
my father saw his father
…….... from afar
too hard to decipher
the character lines
—A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
When you are gone
when you are gone
I eat on white melamine
same dishes
I’ve complained about before:
generic, expressionless
—Simply Haiku, Autumn 2005, Vol 3, No. 3
My first tanka. I wrote it and several more over a couple of days and then somehow got all but one of them accepted for publication three days later. (I'd probably edit a few of them a little differently now, but…) After that, I was hooked!
I eat on white melamine
same dishes
I’ve complained about before:
generic, expressionless
—Simply Haiku, Autumn 2005, Vol 3, No. 3
My first tanka. I wrote it and several more over a couple of days and then somehow got all but one of them accepted for publication three days later. (I'd probably edit a few of them a little differently now, but…) After that, I was hooked!
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Overcast skies
overcast skies,
blackbirds dotting power lines—
round and round
in my mind I roll
the same old worry beads
—GUSTS, Fall 2015
blackbirds dotting power lines—
round and round
in my mind I roll
the same old worry beads
—GUSTS, Fall 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
A jumbled heap
a jumbled heap
of lantana clippings
left to dry—
line by crooked line
I untangle my words
—cattails, May 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Silhouettes
silhouettes
we made of ourselves
in grade school…
how many know me
only by my profile
—A Hundred Gourds, 2:3, June 2013
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