Tanka Prose

Nights in White Satin *    It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...

  • Haibun
                                                    FIRST FLOWERS Cold April wind.   A slow start to spring.   On again, off again warmt...
  • Haibun
                                                                  ALONE Coffee in the café, her daily routine.  Many of the same face...
  • Early Spring
    oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...