Published Poems

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nightfall
a cricket aria,
then the chorus

‘t schrijverke (the Netherlands)

pan-fried trout
I learn something new
about my father

The Heron’s Nest
Heron’s Nest Award, December 2011: Editor’s Choice

Carving Darkness, Red Moon Anthology, 2011

Haiku Foundation Per Diem, February 2014

Per Diem Archive on the Haiku Foundation Website

and

Haiku App (Apple)

winter
the empty space
inside the cello

Modern Haiku

and

‘t schrijverke (the Netherlands)

pinwheeling leaves
thirty-five years end
with the word amicable

Frogpond

August moon
children disappear
into their lives

Modern Haiku

and

San Marino High School class reunion memory book

Sawtooth Mountains
the alpine lake is stocked
with clouds

Modern Haiku

as I cut and splice
a few salient vignettes,
the rest of my life
spools out
on the cutting room floor

Simply Haiku

walking away
from the laugh track
into the twilit park,
into the noise-cone
of a brood of cicadas

TSA Ribbons

Taps…
the widow folds her life
and puts it away

Simply Haiku

waking up
to the first nudge
of pain…
great unweavings begin
with one loose thread

American Tanka

summer heat
coming all this distance to find
nothing but distance

Paper Wasp

the pounding surf…
why does it matter now
after 40 years?
bleached stones against
the bleached sky

Simply Haiku

redgold salmon
flap their tails…
Indian summer

Paper Wasp

the hard-breathing trout
explaining death
to a child

Frogpond

bitter snowstorm…
strangers become friends
for a day

The Heron’s Nest

I put down my pen
to watch the birds
swallows criss-cross the street
hour after hour because…
I have no idea

TSA Ribbons

dried dogwood flowers
the old couple
eats in silence

Simply Haiku

deep coral tulips—
our quiet
conversation

The Heron’s Nest

phosphorous flares
illuminate those
about to die
Huey gunships
are pissing bullets

Simply Haiku

restless ducks
fly south
fly north

The Heron’s Nest

looking ahead to the past
remembering the future
one datastream
the road from home
is a road leading home

Simply Haiku

a pinwheeling leaf
strikes the watercourse
and floats around the bend
gone forever
do you ever think of me?

Simply Haiku

repair work
on the dam
emptying out
the harmony
of water and mud

Simply Haiku

she touched my cheek
and turned away—
summer’s end
how many turns
around the sun?

TSA Ribbons

the river flowed backward
for her—friends took leave
one by one
she is all alone
at the source

TSA Ribbons

double-clicking
the Events folder
our first kiss—
remembering your touch,
the tilt of your face

TSA Ribbons

Oregon fog
rumors
of mountains

The Heron’s Nest

wind over the lake
desiccate leaves
scrape indolently
at our feet
like the years

American Tanka

my glass is filled
with dusk tonight
I swirl the west and think of you
and sip the stars
down to the stem

Simply Haiku

lost mojo
on the Red Line
a sweet face
no opportunity
for me

TSA Ribbons

The Way

The way eludes the snare
Of language. It is hard to catch the wheeling birds
Scurrying up a helixing stair,

But harder still to catch the way with words.
The heart that hangs stretched and framed
Is not the heart of hearts;

The way that can be named
And then defined is not the way.
The way conceals itself by being nameless.

Abundantly clear from far away,
The mountain gradually fades to shades of white;
Such vastness mirrors the way.

The patient, widening eye controls the night.
Eventually, patterns emerge,
Defining themselves with immanent light,

Suggesting a subtle demiurge
Behind a shadowy veil
Behind another veil on Heaven’s edge

Behind the tangible veil
Of Earth; for Earth is the pattern for man,
Then Heaven for Earth; and through the farthest veil
The way parses our natural plan.

Arnazella

1066

Historians lust for great events,
The violent one percent,
So nothing happens nearly every year.

Stamford Bridge and Hastings stretched a month;
Whatever happened years before
Or since that raven glut?

For each combatant, hundreds more
Were not involved, as Norseman, Norman, Celt
And Saxon plowed the green

Or toiled the cold Atlantic,
Gave birth in perishing huts or softly sang
For children alliterative lullabies.

Arnazella

Class of 1960

We meet again, halfway to the sea;
We touch again, halfway from the snow.
Our disentangled lives have floated free
Through range and farm and city far below,
And far away from home. We floated free
Within the groove of the river’s quiet flow.
Our lives are channeled—this we clearly see;
Our cut of land determines where we go;
But how we go is up to you and me.
Entangled as we are again tonight,
Salute the past, then say a last good-by.
Remember me as I appear tonight
And I’ll remember you with an inward eye
Until the whispering river meets the sea.

San Marino High School class reunion memory book

Back Jackknife

His rigid arms are pointing down as he walks
The diver’s practiced pace toward the edge
And deftly spins around to set his feet.
The crowd grows quiet as he is on his toes,
To seek and find the pulse of limber steel.
With that assured, arms come up, palms flat
And facing down; knuckles nudge his gaze.

Silence snaps—he takes the backward leap,
Exploding blind at forty-five degrees
(Too high, you flop; too low and over you go),
And belly muscles pull his daggered toes
Into a row of waiting fingertips
Still reaching out directly from the chest.
He shuts the knife exactly at the apogee;

His body forms a tight, symmetrical V.
And just a blink beyond, he pops the knife.
The head flies back and arms in tandem follow
Violently; so head, arms, and back design
A deadly blade to cut the water clean.
He nails the perfect dive. And slicing through
The bottom of the sky, he suns in blithe applause.

Aethlon

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