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  • Blandness. Monotony. Boredom. Blue emptiness. Numbness. Lassitude.

    zero in three lines
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  • small talk
    the creek scampers
    beyond its banks

    Modern Haiku Volume 48:1 (2018)


  • milking honeysuckle downpour

     

  • green barley
    a slack tide
    of turfan silk

    Akitsu, Spring 2018

  • pulling corn silk
    under starlight
    a single firefly

     

    first blossoms
    float upon clouds
    old pond

  • defensive dating
    unspooling avatars again
    and again

     

  • after the snap
    family removed his arms
    but not the ptsd

    Failed Haiku September 2018

  • he's so controlling
    he wants to pick out
    her next husband

     

    his temporary
    blackout - her years
    of terror flashbacks

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    S H A T T E R                   D!
               -               I                  / -
                       \                     I
                   I                 I - I   -/

  • black ice
    I drive over
    the moon


    vape smoke escapes
    her pale white face


    early morning
    the prisoner’s breath lingers
    above barbed-wire


    tire chains left behind
    on the narrow highway


    Christmas shopping
    she tries on
    another necklace


    gold light shimmers
    across the water


    breaking news
    in the old t.v.
    drifting clouds

    trying to sleep
    in the hospital lobby


    smell of coffee
    I take another bite
    of a salad


    strangers walking briskly
    through the garden


    receding
    deep into the night
    sound of sirens


    seagulls calling
    above dim streetlamps

    dementia . . .
    waves washing away
    footprints in the sand


    migratory patterns
    in the wings of a butterfly


    check-mate 
    my neighbor gives me
    another cookie


    new cracks form
    in the marble steps


    heavy rain
    sunlight pierces through
    broken thoughts


    solving the last word
    of a crossword puzzle


    early morning . . .
    I light another journal
    on fire


    headlines trickle down
    a vacant driveway

     

  • perfect storm...
    sounds of relief
    the day after 

    NHK Haiku Masters website, and presented on their TV. November 2017


  • bare branches

    a raven weighing
    moonlight
     
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    blackbird lilac forgive my confusion

     

    half-moon half-no-moon raspberry blossoms

     

    noon whistle          this is not my life

  • my winter family
    stink bugs
    in the rafters


    this snow or the last?
    my father forgets
    my name


    my hair half white
    not even thick enough
    for a louse


    why don’t pigeons
    perch in trees? 
    bitter rain

  • cooking dinner
    daughter turning
    into her mother

     

    sleeping bag
    on the park bench
    a prayer

  • hail storm
    thrashing the white pine
    hour of the monkey

     

    pink lily pads
    a stork beaks up
    the splash

     

    spring dawn
    in a foal's eyes
    milky clouds

     

    warm stars
    slipping through our fingers
    sand and time

     

    a great mountain
    washed with rain—
    I climb it


  • pear blossom thawing to the beat of wrensong



    young inmate reupholstering a library window seat



    trombone smile in a hoarse voice   widdly roo de waz



    midnight dock wind the melody of lobster pots

     

  • choked with stone
    prairie verbena grips wind
    chancing

    a longspur licks a ladybug from the flowers




    read rimbaud at last
    violets filled my mouth
    lush

    bum wine pints mock the jesus on grandma’s wall




    plains dusk / water stargrass
    wreathes dead fish
    still

    off bank a grasp of sneezeweed shudders & bows




    thumb the gideon’s
    all hotels smell this way
    weary

    dogs rut on the hot chat, burn paws & stomachs


  • crepuscule with monk. autumn's raven settles into the bone


    withered leaves cling in whispers from the oak


    moonlight by proxy a streetlight stains the sleepless walls


    only an hour left before rapture


    another news cycle and still no closer to god


    yes and no the question of consent


    deeper than thought a light frost sublimates into the wind


    running on empty nest syndrome


    she tidies the cedar chest, a photo falls to the floor


    smoke from the bonfire of letters


    no paper trail and yet as guilty as any other


    first stone is a glancing blow


    ripples of sunlight on snowmelt a stonefly nymph


    the delta of venus in furs


    braiding a sense of self from snippets of folksong


    into the grand fugue state of the union


    doddling this way and that, he's forgotten the war


    contrails fading high in the crosswinds


    petal by petal by petal... the hours pour through me


    off beat and slightly out of tune