Monday, July 15, 2019

head smashed arguing orange until green


alien probe
not bad
for a Monday

*Published in Bones 17

Friday, July 12, 2019

moment of peace
just me
and autumn’s hush


I let the snow fall
upon my tongue


newfound hope
hints of green
bathe the woodland


joyful noise
the crunch of earth
beneath my sole

*Published in the summer 2019 edition of The Bamboo Hut

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

perhaps this is freedom walking upon ghosts


obsidian shards
you’ll outlast me


solemn grit
axing off
his red

*Published by Weird Laburnum on 7/9/19

Friday, June 28, 2019

hearing the maple tree’s ocean

*Published in Otata 43 (July 2019)

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

falling in love
early summer

*Published in the June 2019 issue of Stardust Haiku

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Father’s Day
another long walk
in solitude

*Published in Creatrix 45

Saturday, June 8, 2019

thousands of people
die fleeing Syria
no one
stops to mourn
the crushed leaves

*Published in Skylark 13

Thursday, June 6, 2019

like the folds
woven into origami
I am
creating my life
into a thing of beauty

*Published in Issue #20 of Moonbathing

Saturday, June 1, 2019

in the cello

a heartbeat
once owned

by the willow

*Published in Otata 42 (June 2019)

Friday, May 31, 2019

(at family dinners I played the role of Very Nice Houseplant)

On paper, the difference between speaking with someone versus speaking to someone is quite superficial. Insignificant, perhaps. “Why even bother analyzing this?” you might ask. In terms of semantics, however, the difference between those two is as significant as crossing a pond versus navigating an ocean. 

my sweat  
in the Pacific 

*Published in Issue 1.5 of Human/Kind Journal

Thursday, May 30, 2019

not quite Mozart the staccato in our parting

*Published in tinywords issue 19.1 (5/30/19)

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

into June’s hymn I recast her death


my other name the redwood hums a processional

*Published in the May 2019 edition of is/let

Sunday, May 26, 2019

masquerading as velvet
blood ties


rocket smoke
if the sun doesn’t
shake me first


shift to Aeolian
a son picks up
his father’s cross

*Published by Weird Laburnum on 5/26/19

Saturday, May 25, 2019

what remains

*Published in the May 2019 issue of Stardust Haiku

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Fingers Crossed

I see this meme over and over: Someone is behind the wheel (cue steely gaze of determination), and the text reads something to the extent of “deciding if I should go home or leave town.” Leave town? Really? That’s your big getaway plan? 

If I’m gonna blow this popsicle stand, I’m not just gonna leave this town, state or country. I’m gonna truck it out of this planet, this solar system, this galaxy, this universe, and hitch a ride on a parallel dimension’s Big Bang and start from absolute square zero within absolute square zero. 

the sky finally 
rains glitter

*Published in Issue 1.4 of Human/Kind Journal

Saturday, April 27, 2019

soul sisters
juniper limbs dance
in the wind


all of the sky
rains upon me

*Published by Incidental Haiku on 4/26/19

Friday, April 26, 2019


you will never have
a day like today
where the clouds tango
gently across the sky
and you will never have
a night like tonight
where the sun falls
into its rainbow-glazed bed
ask the birds
the flowers
the trees
if they pine for more
and they'll ask in return
with sweet curiosity
what is more

*Published in the first issue of glide (Wright Memorial Public Library)

Thursday, April 25, 2019

shades of blue
frost clings
to each rose

*Published in the April 2019 issue of Stardust Haiku 

Saturday, April 20, 2019

beer can hiss
the guitar screams
its first riff

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 4/20/19

Friday, April 19, 2019

you and me
constant thunder

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 4/19/19