from her silence
one perfect lotus
Tag: american haiku
the old prostitute
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
scent of rain
the scent of rain
through my open window
tea kettle whistling
the snail
The snails horns wave.
So far to go.
star
for M
Staring out a window.
Thoughts of an old love
revived by a waning moon.
open silk robe
open silk robe
making tea-
her children still asleep
Just Published
I will draw two ravens was just published by Battered Suitcase
These poems were influenced by the work I had done the year earlier working with the haiku form.
click the link I will draw two ravens to read the poem. Also check the video reading of the same poem. Video
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To purchase the journal click here.
haiku
drip, drip, drip
the slow melting winter’s library
row of icicles.
Morning Coffee
Flash Excerpts
Click the link below
autumn gale
housebound little girl
furiously blows soap bubbles
autumn gale
I see her
I see her
pruning lovers –
even in heaven
dark autumn
dark autumn night
a kitten mews for its mother
hidden – stars
autumn lavender
he counts each bee-
tells me there are as many
as he is old
clear night
stars!
on a bare branch the inch worm
measures the heavens
in praise of small things 