a slow afternoon

my mind starts

to drift

with the traffic

passing outside

The Bamboo Hut, Fall 2019

replacing the sound

of passing traffic

a small

convention

of birds

Presence 67

a cool breeze

pushes its way

through my window—

the chill

of self-isolation

Frameless Sky 12

almost noon,

my son’s still asleep—

I open

the blinds

on his dreams

Under the Basho, 2020

the company proposes

a fresh round

of layoffs—

I make myself small

at my desk

The Bamboo Hut, No. 3, 2020

along with

his backpack

after the loss

I carry my son’s

disappointment

The Bamboo Hut No. 3, 2020

what can I offer

this Coke bottle

world?

the hollowed out

song of a breeze

Sonic Boom 18

I grow a small beard

for my fiftieth

birthday—

the moon lights

a grey, stubbled field 

Presence 68

winter produce...

the grocer imports

fruit flies

Modern Haiku 51.3

mountain trail...

a bear crosses

my mind

tinywords 17.2

afternoon nap...

a lawnmower

cuts it short

The Heron’s Nest, December 2020