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