August 28, 2013 § Leave a comment


Lunch —
arugula falling to the table around me


[at the manicurist]

July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

["… the fundamental questions of poetry…" the book’s dust jacket said]

Even the nail polish is fundamental as its little tiny atoms circle each other like planets, making of each other their own stars.

[in the rain]

July 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Watching the robin
in the rain
and the worm
watch me

[tell the time]

February 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

Too cloudy to tell the time
by the shadow of the
porch on the wall


January 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

Local ducks.

Local ducks.

February is, among other things, National Haiku Writing Month. Of course I have to be on board for that.

Expect more posts. Hound me if they don’t show up. Okay, maybe don’t hound me….

poetry qotd

March 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

Poets are not born in a country.
Poets are born in childhood.

Ilya Kaminsky

Haiku Brew

February 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

Okay, this app just has to get made:

Haiku Brew


December 31, 2011 § Leave a comment

Grave of YosaBuson (与謝蕪村墓)

Image via Wikipedia

watching the trees
the wind sensed but not felt


September 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

afternoon rain
drops slow as snow flakes

sunny road #haiku

August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sunny road —
cardboard sign leans against a post:

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