Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Tanka
the elderly widow
prefers red instead of black
her grief hidden;
she has gentlemen for tea
who sometimes stay the night
Notes from the Gean, autumn 2009
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tanka
through stained glass windows
rainbow lights for the bride
reciting the vows
I slip my hand in yours
saying words said years before
Stylus Poetry Journal March 2003
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Haibun
WINTER DAWN
Neither birds, nor
wind, nor humans moving in the smoky grayness.
A duvet of white spread across the landscape. All shapes softened, angles rounded. Fences and
obstacles obliterated opening the way to forever.
a chugging plow
begins the climb uphill–
feet on the cold floor
Contemporary Haibun Online, April 2012
Friday, January 18, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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