Monday, August 29, 2016

Summer nights

summer nights
of sleepovers
and secrets ...
only the moon
stayed up as late

Ribbons, Tanka Cafe (theme: spring/summer), spring/summer 2016

When we were young kids, why was it so exciting to spend the night with friends and cousins? And why was it such a thrill to stay up until at least midnight, whispering, and also, if we managed to pull it off, downing "midnight snacks"? Back when times were much simpler….

Monday, August 22, 2016

Touring homes

touring homes 
under construction— 
the freedom 
to step right inside
our neighbors' closets

Atlas Poetica, 18, Summer 2014

Monday, August 15, 2016

Summer sun

summer sun
our minds bare and aligned
we discuss
both the pain of change
and the need for it

Eucalypt, 19 (fall 2015)

Monday, August 8, 2016

I'll miss you

I'll miss you,
her thin hand interlocked 
with mine …
scars from childhood
begin to soften 

red lights, June 2016

Monday, August 1, 2016

Tanka Prose

Everywhere I look

Signs litter my world. Yet how little sinks in, how little I know. Dozens on the drive to town or, for that matter, anywhere else. Street and road signs, neighborhood notices, highway markers. Instructions, information, warnings. Round, square, rectangular, triangular, hexagonal, diamond- and pennant-shaped, and more. White, green, blue, yellow, orange, red. Blinking lights. Overload.

Private Property–No Trespassing. Speed Limit (and how the limits change along the way). East, West. Right Curve, Left Curve. Pass With Care, Do Not Pass. Don't Litter. Loose Gravel, High Water. Drive Friendly. Adopt A Highway. Church. Cemetery. Dead End. No Shoulder Ahead. . . . Stop, Stop, Stop.

a sign I always see
when passing by
that small empty shack
at the end of the jetty

—Contemporary Haibun Online, July 2016, vol 12, no. 2