Monday, September 21, 2020

how calmly you leave
this earth 

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 18: Loss)

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

the most beautiful painting in the world

happened to be just
outside my home

and not surprisingly

in the shape
of a large magnolia bud


no words needed

we may not speak
the same language
dearest rain
but somehow we seem
to always
understand one another


now pick up those pom-poms

the world doesn’t need
another critic

it desperately needs
another cheerleader


because i do

do you ever feel
when the sky

turns bright pink
as the night
draws near


a poem for the bereaved

may these words
walk alongside you
like a close friend

and when the tears
fall from your cheek
may each letter

carry your grief

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #20
just what i needed

the sun shone brilliantly
without a filter of clouds

thank you, God
for this blessed relief


in your arms

the way rose oil
warms up on skin
is the only comparison
i have
for this sweet summer night


so ordinary and yet not

there are days when
my heart is so heavy
i can barely move
and the only comfort
i can find
is that everyone else
has these days, too


in defense of sadness

the grass has turned brown
my friends

this is why we need
those dark days of rain


intermission (for movies and life)

listen to the birds
outside your window
and don’t forget to look up
to the stars

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #20

Thursday, September 3, 2020

into isolation
waning moon

*Published in The Asahi Shimbun (Asahi Haikuist Network) on 9/4/20

Monday, August 31, 2020

if you can
take comfort

in the change of seasons

even snow
will eventually
become tulips



I have missed you
more than you’ll ever know

the sun
can only say
so much


are you

as afraid
as me

when you
first dive
into sleep


a bit of magic
before dawn

here I am

the Space Station
cross the sky


to the bird
near my window

I know
you are not singing
for me

but thank you



is how I would prefer
to remember

your hands
when striking
my flesh

*Published in A Sense of Place (The Cherita book 39)
**The first two cherita were designated as a Cherita Lighthouse (editor’s choice)

Friday, August 28, 2020


with a sense of urgency
art and words
pour out from my soul

i pray

if this year is my last
may it be filled
with a lifetime’s worth

of color

*Published in the Poets Salon ( on 8/27/20

Tuesday, August 25, 2020

I’d rather follow
a butterfly

*Published by Haikuniverse ( on 8/25/20

Thursday, August 20, 2020


Why, after all these years,
is the sky still that same shade of blue
when the entire vastness, day and night,
could be an endless rainbow?

For good measure,
let’s throw in a dose of glitter, too.

Why couldn’t the moon have been a disco ball
that spins when hung,
casting a translucent dance of shape and color
all throughout the earth?

Insomnia would be such a delightful occasion,
in my humble point of view.

And why, oh why,
can I not hold the stars close to my breasts
and feel the warmth
of their enduring glow?

After all, we’re family
and long overdue for a hug.

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 8/20/20

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

fistful of sweets
today I am
a kid at heart

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 16: Joy)

Thursday, August 13, 2020

for you
dedicated to the Hubble Space Telescope

shot up into the cosmos, eased
into an orbit around Earth

you have silently watched

as comets wag their tails
of dust and light through solitary jaunts

and you have silently watched

as stars violently die, time after time
in a luminous burst of color

and you have silently watched

as the far ends of space
beam echoes of its creation into your brain

and it is through your eyes
i first learned

that the universe is more vast
meaningful and complex

than my existence will ever be

*Published by Dear Reader on 8/12/20

Sunday, August 2, 2020

because you wanted to talk s
                                                                                        plit atoms

*Published in Sonic Boom Issue Eighteen

Friday, July 31, 2020

no, I have never
seen the devil

but I have

seen a grown man
eye a little girl
like meat


I wish there was a noun

to describe
the sound of a night train
shushing anxiety

a lullaby
for the weary at heart


dear trees

it was in
your embrace

that I finally
I was loved


each string
of my harp

who knew

a prayer doesn’t
need words


vanilla and sugar

let’s dream
for a moment

that this world
could be
as sweet as that

*Published in It’s a Secret Place (The Cherita book 38)
*the first cherita was designated as a Cherita Lighthouse (editor’s choice)

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

storm -
and yet i am

*Published in the July 2020 issue of Stardust Haiku

Monday, July 27, 2020


floating into
the abyss
this year

i might as well be
a lost balloon


studies have shown
plants scream when cut

as if revolutionary, this notion

a living being
would not welcome
the sharp end of a blade


silence blooms
among the ruins


is where i become
the peace
i always craved

*Published in MacQueen’s Quinterly, Issue 4

Sunday, July 26, 2020


Headlines are a master of disguise.
When speaking about war they say
civilian casualties,
never murders,
because the latter would naturally
prompt one to ask:
did the murdering?
And let’s just say
don’t want you to ask
too many questions when they
push the button,
send the bomb.
You’re to supposed to nod in unison with
and walk away,
like they do,
smug in the notion
those “casualties”
could not have been avoided;
such a shame.

You do realize, however,
could just as easily
pull the trigger
on you, and again,
your casualty
could not have been avoided;

again, such a shame.

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 7/26/20

Monday, July 20, 2020

a journey
to the moon and back
late-night jazz

*Published via the Poetry Pea podcast (Series 3, Episode 14: Voyages)

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

not unlike a meteor cancer wiped her out

*Published in Bones 20

Sunday, July 12, 2020

you ask
what it’s like
to live
with OCD

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 7/12/20
i close my eyes
and breathe in
light pours through
each window


leaves gently
fall towards the earth
how easy
it is to love
all of nature’s beauty


while the world
shatters around me
i will pretend
a rainbow is waiting
to ignite a blackened sky


this morning
full of rain and gray
thank you
for giving me
a space to ache

*Published in the summer 2020 edition of The Bamboo Hut

Sunday, July 5, 2020

metaphors and such

i am underwater
with a current pulling me into its grip


i think we both know
there is no water


that this really is
a thinly veiled metaphor


i am still underwater
with a current pulling me into its grip

*Published in Black Flowers Literary Journal, Volume Six