Saturday, March 31, 2012


                        THE WOMAN IN PINK
In a cafĂ©, a woman with long bleached hair, heavy make-up, dressed in pink:  slacks, shirt, spiky sandals.  She reads aloud her horoscope.

“You will soon meet your dream man.”

Looking at her young son, she says, “Henry, you’re my dream man, aren’t you?”

Henry shrugs, frowns and walks away.
                    beading sweat
                    a teacup rattles
                    on its saucer

Gean, Sept. 2010
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Saturday, March 24, 2012


                         first day of spring
                         daffodils flown in
                         from Ireland

                         a sun-gold morning
                         rain soaked dafodils
                         lose their droop

                         a wild daffodil
                         in the ravine-
                         the distance I've come

Simply Haiku, March 2011
Haiku Society of America, Anthology 2011
Acorn, Winter 2010
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Sunday, March 18, 2012


                                  an old cemetery
                                  the town's history
                                  in crumbling stone

                                   Moonset, spring 2009
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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Tanka Sequence


the summer sun
fills up the empty house
for no one's pleasure;
each day the same as before
the same as tomorrow

blacks holes for windows
tilting porches and worn paint
the flying dust
spiraling into ghosts
of decades past

it groans and creaks
and settles into dust
the decaying house
its cries ignored
its past forgotten

Modern English Tanka, July 2009

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Saturday, March 3, 2012


Daily Haiga, August 4, 2011
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