Monday, November 30, 2015

Barely past dawn

barely past dawn,
the linoleum floor
shiny, speckless—
this hope that the surgeon
will be as meticulous

Skylark, 3:2, Winter 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

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! 

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

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


we made of ourselves
in grade school… 
how many know me
only by my profile

A Hundred Gourds, 2:3, June 2013