Tuesday, February 23, 2021

 not every color
has a name...
midnight jazz

*Published in the February 2021 issue of Stardust Haiku

Friday, February 19, 2021

 on your tongue the birth of a hex

*Published by horror senryu journal on 2/19/21

Monday, February 15, 2021

 darkest blue
the cold comfort
of my own thoughts

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 2/15/21

Saturday, February 13, 2021

 crimson...
the dust between our lives

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 2/13/21

Thursday, February 11, 2021

 a forgotten galaxy the river without a name

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 2/11/21

Friday, February 5, 2021

 fuchsia twilight
sometimes i
forget to breathe

*Published in the February 2021 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

 revenge
my lips trace
a sharpened blade

*Published by horror senryu journal on 2/3/21

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

 in the past
i have known peace
but this night
is full of storms
without relief

*

a small
tendril of moonlight
what if
i held my pain
like a treasured lover

*

i know
the darkness will return
but
for this moment
i have found peace

*Published in the winter 2021 edition of The Bamboo Hut

Sunday, January 31, 2021

twinkling frost
but i call it
magic

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 1/31/21
 nocturne...
the blue
within blue

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 1/31/21

Saturday, January 30, 2021

 along the pond’s surface moonlight dreams

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 1/30/21

Thursday, January 28, 2021

 not everything
has an answer
deepening snow

*Published in the January 2021 issue of Stardust Haiku

Monday, January 25, 2021

 lyrics to “delia (testing the waters)”

testing
the waters
testing
the waves

dragging me deep
under the water

testing
the water
the ocean
the movement

*Performed by my friend paul, a side project of Tiffany Shaw-Diaz, on ep 01

Sunday, January 24, 2021

each star the sound of rain in my bones

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 1/24/21 

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

 lyrics to “throes”

this lie
oh yes the one you told me
between the sheets
and i knew it wasn’t you
but the demon inside

*Performed by my friend paul, a side project of Tiffany Shaw-Diaz, on ep 01

Monday, January 18, 2021

 insomnia
within my chest
spiders writhe

*Published by horror senryu journal on 1/18/21

Saturday, January 16, 2021

 Reprieve

Nothing quite compares to the night sky of my dreams. Constellations, planets, and stars are so large I can see even the most minuscule of detail. And let’s not forget about the colors of these celestial objects. Vibrant, and in every shade of the rainbow, I could gaze at them for hours, and sometimes, I do.

eyes closed
a little joy within
this ache

*Published in Issue 7 of the QuillS

Friday, January 15, 2021

 transfiguration

lit by the soft glow     of maple
candles adorn     this large tub
filled with rainbows     ricocheting
from quartz in every color     she
walks in     sits down beside me     smiling
a mother i didn’t know i had     wordlessly
washes my hair     hums a lullaby
in a dialect     before time became time
is of no importance here     i am allowed
to rest in the womb of this water     all night
if desired     she drops oil from cinnamon
clove and nutmeg     into my palm     and i
become the falling     Christmas Eve snow

*Published in Issue 1.35 of FEED

Thursday, January 14, 2021

 quarantine
the spider now
a friend

*Published by Haiku in Action on 1/14/21

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

 dust gathers
for once i am
fine with that

*Published in the January 2021 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal

Sunday, January 10, 2021

For the next seven days, the Tanka Society of America will feature my cherita on their Twitter page as a part of their 7 poems in 7 days project. Please check them out at @oftanka!

 still
a protest
your art and words

*Published by Haikuniverse (www.haikuniverse.com) on 1/10/21

Saturday, January 9, 2021

 the wind in my hair a dusting of moonrise

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 1/9/21

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

 on the wings of a moth a poem

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 1/6/21

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

the sound of paper drifting in the wind

 i wouldn’t say
i’m afraid

but i will say
i’m concerned

for what will
remain of me

when my life
comes to a close

will my art and words
enhance the senses

of another soul
seeking fullness

or will the catalogue
of my existence

fade into a drone
heard by no one

not even
the worms

*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 1/5/21