March 21, 2020

adrift at sea
the god we pray to
waves 


weird laburnum May 2019

March 10, 2020

a rainbow
in the oil slick
blackened trout 


Presence 65

March 07, 2020

her dying
wish to travel
winter breeze 


Presence 65

February 23, 2020

no filter
for the noise
next door
the bug screen
gathers dust 


hedgerow 128

February 16, 2020

a bomb. like he had. no idea. 


Bones 18

February 15, 2020

S.M.A.R.T.

My career goals have always been small.  All I wanted was a job where: 1. I didn't have to work outside; and  2. There was no requirement to stitch my name onto my shirt. By all accounts, I have been wildly, ridiculously successful.

happy hour
I jump over
the limbo bar 


Contemporary Haibun Online, July 2017

February 09, 2020

falling asleep
on the late evening
train
my uncle rides 
into his shadow 


Presence 65

February 07, 2020

too lazy
to clean the house
for guests
I polish
my social smile 


Bamboo Hut Winter 2020

February 03, 2020

a lifetime
of protest votes
day moon


Noon 15

February 02, 2020

an outburst 
from the bleachers...
summer moon! 


Modern Haiku 50.3

February 01, 2020

mountain path ...
I slip a little
into the past 


The Heron’s Nest, Sept 2019

January 30, 2020

Water Bugs

lap after lap
at the YMCA, an old man
stroking time

face down 
in the shallow end
the drowning 
of these dreams

water bugs!
the stream alive
with kids!*

moss-slicked rocks
she grips
her mother’s hand

night fishing 
reeling 
in weed

catch and release
a hook pricks 
my conscience 

camp out …
the lake plays host
to starlight 

back to school 
the outdoor pool
full of leaves

*after Issa 


Under the Bashō 2019