Saturday, April 4, 2020

making sense
of this life

*Published by Harusame on 4/4/20

Friday, April 3, 2020

please remember

dear humans
i beg you
i beg you
i beg you
do not
under any circumstance
your humanity

*Published by Dayton Artist Stream on 4/3/20
change of season, still a night owl

*Published by The Asahi Shimbun (Asahi Haikuist Network) on 4/3/20

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

When the Earth Stood Still

In regards to this pandemic, I have no idea what the future may hold. However, I do, at least, know this for certain: tonight’s sunset, once again, temporarily righted my soul.

time slips through
my breath

*Published in Issue #52 of Failed Haiku

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

sunrise pulling out the glass in my bones


fist of wind I have lived in stranger homes


some tears
just are

*Published by Heliosparrow on 3/31/20

Friday, March 27, 2020

how quickly normalcy        day moon

*Published by Heliosparrow on 3/26/20

Thursday, March 26, 2020

all the birds
in the neighborhood

*Published in the March 2020 issue of Stardust Haiku
abyss your sorry in A-flat


upon closer look each lightening bolt an aria


stronger now the pull of red’s moon

*Published in the 2020 issue of Under the Basho (One-Line Haiku section)

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Anna Pavlova

and suddenly
her arms became wings

not like the dainty ones
given to a finch

but the luxurious ones
bestowed to a swan

she was born a human
yes I know

but that word
is simply ill-fitting

for her veins
must be charged

with the breath of angels
or the melodies

that drift between
each burning star

because I can
easily assure you

she was never
fully of this earth

*Published by Dear Reader on 3/25/20

Monday, March 23, 2020

the hope
of distant moons
warm rain

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 3/23/20

Thursday, March 19, 2020

yin and yang

the fire
in me
will always need
the rain
in you

*Published by Dayton Artist Stream on 3/19/20

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

when life breaks

let art be a prayer
cast out into the moonless light



i do not read poems
i breathe them in
savoring each word
like the nectar
of a sun-kissed primrose



how i admire
the ones who
happily choose
to wake early

they have
more fortitude
than i
to resist a dream


death poem

let’s imagine
for a second
that there is
no such thing
as death
and that when
my heart and brain
finally rest
i have simply decided
to trade
my pen and paper
for cloud and sky

*Published by Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #18

Monday, March 16, 2020

a secret

each tree 
waits for you
to look at it
with love
and say hello
my dear friend


can you imagine

what if
every sentence we spoke
was a melody

what if
every conversation we had
was a symphony 


just a thought

he asked
why watch sunsets
when you see one
each night

i said
why wouldn’t you
when no two
have ever been alike


you brave soul, you

the most courageous thing
you can do
is to share your heart
with a world
all too eager
to tear it apart 

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #18
the art
of imperfection
drizzled caramel

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 6: Recipes)

Saturday, March 14, 2020

twilight. Every seed in his spine thirsted


a rifle. Cast grey from intermittent rain, this dawn

*Published in Bones 19

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

the sweet scent
of April

I choose

bright colors
instead of black


warmer now

I leave home
without trepidation 

of the wind’s
sudden bite
against my neck


of winter’s savagery
flowers return

bold and lovely

I have
so much to learn



spring is
a reunion 

of friends

*Published in the Poets Salon ( on 3/11/20

Thursday, March 5, 2020

a remedy
for lack of friends -
American Girl catalogue 

*Published by The Asahi Shimbun (Asahi Haikuist Network) on 3/6/20

Sunday, March 1, 2020

uncle’s roaming solve for X


ordinary. Mother stumbled away from the fire, forgetting


crows on wires. “Y’only remember the bad,” he said

*Published by Weird Laburnum on 3/1/20

Saturday, February 29, 2020

Not to be THAT girl, but...

A dumpster literally caught on fire
at my apartment complex,
and I’m all like, “Why you gotta
be a harbinger ‘n shit?”

*Published by One Sentence Poems on 2/29/20
dandelions. In another universe, we might have been

*Published by Heliosparrow on 2/29/20