bottle rockets

Here are the poems I have published in the journal bottle rockets over the years:

a missile

the width of my finger

on the button

October rain

Captain America

shields his candy

singing

the words I don’t know

loudest

out of my arm

I pluck

the bee’s death

spare change

my conscience empties

my wallet

second cup

I stir some sugar

into my headache

rain pelts the candidate’s sign 

I vote for a man who can’t win

the first big snowfall of the season

he remains inside excuses

A Hundred Gourds Haiku

Here are all of the haiku I published in A Hundred Gourds, the excellent but long since closed online journal.

punching

through the target

shadow boxer

unable to shake

last night’s dream

day moon

the weight I swore

I’d never gain again

full moon

his

excuse

grows

thin

mountain

air

bent over

too many steps

my shadow

breaking at the surface his moment as a fish

al niente 

mom’s piano

up for sale

autumn dawn

the apple tree

ripe with robins 

morning commute

the horizon bright

with headlights

heavy snow

I shovel the morning

out of my day

dusk

the last orange

deeper in the bowl

Utsanga August 2023

 

Frogpond

Here are the haiku, and one haiku sequence, that I have published at Frogpond:

taking

the shape of the wind

her hair

no peeling

back the starfish

summer’s end

wilderness trail 

he wanders off the edge

of his map

night winds

I let her go

to voicemail

pine wood

he buries his fear

of small spaces

another dream I couldn’t sleep through middle age

23

LeBron sweepstakes …
Johnson performs
his Magic

free agency …
the Lakers acquire
new fans

fault line …
the aftershocks
in Cleveland

a new frontier …
the East is left
behind

Showtime …
the spotlight on
L.A.

New Resonance 11: My Selection

darkness

her name slips

into it

not looking

ahead too far

autumn fog

night frost

her reptilian 

DNA

evening train

I squeeze into

my headphones

spare change

my conscience empties

my pockets

wilderness trail

he wanders off the edge

of his map

just another phase of the moonlight child

all that shines

in a magpie’s nest…

morning frost

twilight

every bird

a crow

candle smoke

the afterlife

of prayer

fading light

her child’s name

fills the street

more bruise

than banana

autumn deepens

October rain

Captain America

shields his candy

mountain trail…

a bear crosses

my mind

night winds

I let her go

to voicemail

Otoliths 70 (The Journal’s Final Issue)

 

Otoliths 58

 

hedgerow 138

 

Otoliths 66

 

Brave New Word 18