May 19, 2022

May 07, 2022

Bones 23

 My asemic writing from the latest issue of Bones:








March 01, 2022

Attic Zine Blue

 Attic Zine is an “international assembling zine compiled by Nicola Winborn”.  It emphasizes handmade art and visual poetry with every issue focusing on a specific colour.  Each artist submits 20 pieces which are then used to create, along with the work of other artists, individual zines for redistribution by Winborn.  The participants receive a unique and beautiful zine which includes one of their submitted pieces along with the work of other artists. 

The following pieces are the collected works I submitted to Attic Zine Blue:























January 10, 2022

November 16, 2021


a bear settles in

to its cave 

for the winter…

I pay up to park

underground 



Take 5ive issue 4

November 13, 2021


earth day…

the joke I tell 

falls flat 



Haiku Canada Review, Feb 2021

November 11, 2021

breaking out

of quarantine …

summer wind 



Akitsu Quarterly Winter 2020

October 30, 2021


COVID continues:

we skip Halloween…

I peek 

at the ghosts

of our past 



Take 5ive Issue 3

October 25, 2021


a billionaire pays

for a voyage to space…

we gaze 

at a night

without stars 



cattails Fall 2021

September 25, 2021

 

heavy snow...

I sink deeper

into my chair 




Modern Haiku 52.1

August 29, 2021


struggling to teach him

the routes 

of explorers

I draw him a map

back to school 



cattails Spring 2021

August 27, 2021


a red patch

on the blackbird’s wing…

autumn dusk 



Presence 69

July 10, 2021

Fifty at Fifty: My Haiku

Please see the PDF below for my chapbook Fifty at Fifty: My Haiku.  It is a collection of my best haiku as of my fiftieth birthday last summer. 




April 28, 2021

Wobble

In the front pew I sit awaiting my parents. Before me is a huge old cross to which a wooden Jesus is nailed. I examine His outstretched arms, the way His head hangs down. My atheist uncle says death on a cross comes through asphyxiation. There’s no way, he argues, that Jesus called “Why hast Thou forsaken me?” while choking to His death.

The Pastor’s hand on my shoulder startles me. He meets my eye, then looks up to that same cross. “What’s amazing,” he says while pointing with his Bible, “is that everything inside this Book is true.”


My parents arrive as the service begins. As much as I try to pay attention, I get distracted when the Pastor clears his throat.


afternoon sun …

my shadow and I

the same length 



Haiku Canada Review Feb 2020

Contemporary Haibun 16