swaying in dawn’s blush an ancient dialect

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 7/4/22

not even twilight can contain this silence

*Published in the July 2022 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal

 to be

a woman

to be

the sea

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 6/22/22

 within my grasp the echo of Saturn

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 6/20/22

right now

it’s hard to find beauty

in the wreckage of my life

with a fist raised

i share my anger with the trees

surely they must know

what it’s like to be torn asunder

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 6/9/22

 oh how easily i soak up the folds of a primrose

*

intimacy like the way freesia exhales

*Published in the June 2022 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal

 the air in my lungs a storm

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 5/17/22

Lazarus

i grew up on

the wrong side of radiation

a place where trains derailed

and the sky hailed Satan

you hung the paddle like a cross

and the cross became a bullet

they say chemicals were dumped

into the water the soil the air

but my blood was poisoned long before

i took my first step on this earth

mother once praised you

by saying you punched

her pregnant belly only once

praise God

apparently he was there somewhere

atomically in the crack of the carpet

when you

molested me

when i was 14 i thought it was odd

how i remembered almost nothing prior

to the age of 10

but i remember my sister almost dying

at the age of two

and that cancer was an open secret // grave

in our town

when we left

you took me and my sister back

one last hurrah in the old house

why we were naked i don't know

but i do know

you eventually destroyed those photo negatives

you weren't a pedophile

of course

and The Mound didn't kill

the residents of Miamisburg, Ohio

*Published by Poetry Super Highway (Poet of the Week: May 16 - 22, 2022)

 crow...

one of us

knows freedom

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 5/10/22

 canvas...

i will not be

gentle with you

*Published in The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue on 5/4/22

 the speed

of lightning

this life

*Published in the April 2022 issue of Stardust Haiku

 in closing

may you not succumb

to the encroaching darkness

but instead

shine brighter

than you have ever shined

in your entire life

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

silent symphony

a field of wildflowers

sways with the breeze

*Published in The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue on 4/20/22 

 interlude

can i admit

i miss being touched

held, desired or even

seen

divorce is brutal like that

when i need love most

it is ripped

away

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 4/17/22

 how the bluebells bloom within me

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 4/14/22

read it until you believe it

you

are not a secluded river

or an island surrounded

by treacherous waters

you

are connected to all living beings

and have the power

to heal a critically wounded world

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

 only the voice

of a magnolia

i am healed

*Published in The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue on 3/6/22

 what is

what will be

a raindrop

*Published by Haiku in Action on 3/31/22

blood of my blood the river before me

*Published in The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue on 3/30/22

 shrapnel...

but all i want

is the soft touch of rain

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 3/27/22

**Translated into French by Serge Tome for Temps Libres during the week of May 15th - 21st

 my heart is

the warm spring air

the feel of a ground

so fertile

roses ache to sprout

between my bare toes

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

 consider this

if your mind

has a tendency to break

i believe

it is safe to say

you have a very big heart

in a very broken world

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

 at the ready

the night is quiet

and my home is completely dark

but oh

how i wait

for the effervescent hymn of stars

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

untitled with love

for every person

who feels they are not beautiful

let me tell you

i could revel in your gaze

and for every person

who feels they are unloveable

let me wrap

my arms around your ache

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #25

 dipping into your midnight gospel

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 2/27/22