Posts Tagged ‘haiku’


October 2, 2019

The School of Pure Conversation

February 17, 2019

Whom the gods would destroy…

July 8, 2018

For John Looker

June 10, 2018

An empty space left
to occupy a meadow:
Hey, bouquet, let’s play.


May 26, 2018

The summer sun, like
a leaf blowing, like a lip
swelling, turning red–

in and out of life
the sky darkens into  rain—
No birds until now.

Tears of the Sun

April 22, 2018


January 2, 2018

Doing the dishes
you sing so softly I can
barely hear my tears

Refuse [Yes, say it three times fast]

October 24, 2013

Must the morning  mist,
almost mystical amidst
the moss, amuse muse

And mistress, but con-
fuse a Mr. with a Ms.
and not a Mrs.?



August 18, 2013

Infringement précis—
the eggs that I leave behind
will not fly away.


April 24, 2013

The river, with its lilac leaves and tiny eyes, sees what we leave here.