the way to work
the way home from work
winter darkness

The Haiku Calendar 2020 (Snapshot Press, 2019)

sleet
our promise to stay
in touch

Museum of Haiku Literature Award, Blithe Spirit 30.1, 2020

still takes rifles for deep woods

do hone
the small distances
at home

six feet under one worm another

sobering up fog-fitting the mold

for the longest night a white knight

writhing. besides. I.
there. is. only.
one. life.

puckering her mouth knows multiple ways in

childless
the fragrance
of snow

The Heron's Nest, Volume XXI, Number 3: September 2019

newlyweds
sticking to the moon
in the river

rose scent
she lets me in
on a secret

silence
the first
open grave

wild violets
all the stories
about herself

only no bluebird foibles all

not unlike the evaporating cloud still leading the sky by the hand

a simple fact attached to her autumn branch

until you shake the day off this bearded iris

here all night the cloudlessness of stars

the breeze
in many ways
fiddleheads

cloudless
a new day
speaks for itself

in her head
it's a sin
spring rain

home from war
the first thing to go
is the forsythia

oar history with an or

dug well articulated

a fire from now on now on

atone the day it caws to crows

morning after the lakeside foliage of a mother

planting one less star the sea lacks

not only the concept of an old man in the mirror

a lot of holding after a shadow flares into flesh

too late never is what it pretends to be

God not another staring contest

in puddles
stars coming up
for air

Acorn #39, Fall 2017

dandelion fluff
telling my long-lost sister
the story of us

nothing but
nothing but
spring wind

dawn lake
all it takes
is silence

newborn
the comfort
of warmth

born again
she sings the blues
in red

moonlight
we linger a while
in her private garden

waiting room
low voices locked inside
closed doors

snow falls
from branch to branch...
moonlit river

don’t even go there wild blackberries

grey skkkies the weak liiinnnes connecccting us

he doesn't believe me ant-eater

between this searing heat and the sky my lifespan

drowning slowly the sound as we walk