night shift
the grocer feeds a family
of mice


failed haiku, volume 1, issue 1

freed
of its cage
of ribs


Modern Haiku 47.1

a missile
the width of my finger
on the button


bottle rockets 34

all the things
I thought I knew
these dying
leaves
brittle in my fingers


Bright Stars 7

trying to
clear a path from
the past
yesterday's snow
heavy in his shovel


hedgerow 20

watching
for her return
another
snowflake melts
on my window


hedgerow 20

speeding through
a yellow light
that old
desire to be
anywhere but here


Atlas Poetica 21

a la-z-boy
left by the curb
with no
words between us
I read my wife's mind


Atlas Poetica 21

al niente
mom's piano
up for sale


A Hundred Gourds, Dec 2015

autumn dawn
the apple tree
ripe with robins


A Hundred Gourds, Dec 2015

night fishing
he casts a line
at last call


Prune Juice, November 2015

financial times
the red light district
in the black


Prune Juice, Nov. 2015

a gust
through the windsock
morning chill


brass bell, Nov 2015

drifting
through the bug screen
cricket song


Under the Basho, 2015

spaghetti dinner
I watch her twirl
her hair


brass bell, Nov 2015

wilderness trail
he wanders off the edge
of his map


Frogpond 38.3

butterfly effect
the children stop
to watch

Frogpond 38.2

drifting
between lanes
night fog


cattails Sep 2015, Editor's Choice

breaking at the surface his moment as a fish


A Hundred Gourds, Sep 2015

no breeze
to turn the pinwheel
summer heat


cattails Sep 2015

smudged
across my fingers
the ink I thought
would become
my best poem

wolf moon
the growl of a muscle car
long after dark


Bamboo Hut, Sep 2015

cajun night
the heat of her
french kiss


hedgerow 38

the way
she carries another
man's scent
I'm still unaccustomed
to my new deodorant


Bright Stars 6

spring concert
the trumpet lilies
pianissimo


Bamboo Hut, Sep 2015

I stand my ground
against the wasp
feigning the courage
I want
my kids to learn


Skylark Tanka, Winter 2014

open window
a loose leaf flutters
under my pen


hedgerow 40

cricket song
I turn to speak in
Dad's good ear


hedgerow 39

however still
I stand my shadow
rises and falls
with the ripples of
the lake


Bright Stars 4

behind trees
folded like hands
no one suspected
the forest
was bluffing


Vine Leaves 12