Published Poems
13
lost mojo
on the Red Line
a sweet face
no opportunity
for me
TSA Ribbons
15
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
20
wind over the lake
desiccate leaves
scrape indolently
at our feet
like the years
American Tanka
38
Oregon fog
rumors
of mountains
The Heron's Nest
55
double-clicking
the Events folder
our first kiss--
remembering your touch,
the tilt of your face
TSA Ribbons
56
the river flowed backward
for her--friends took leave
one by one
she is all alone
at the source
TSA Ribbons
67
she touched my cheek
and turned away--
summer's end
how many turns
around the sun?
TSA Ribbons
79
repair work
on the dam
emptying out
the harmony
of water and mud
Simply Haiku
and
Landfall Anthology
108
a pinwheeling leaf
strikes the watercourse
and floats around the bend
gone forever
do you ever think of me?
Simply Haiku
125
looking ahead to the past
remembering the future
one datastream
the road from home
is a road leading home
Simply Haiku
212
restless ducks
fly south
fly north
The Heron's Nest
240
phosphorous flares
illuminate those
about to die
Huey gunships
are pissing bullets
Simply Haiku
241
dark coral tulips
our quiet conversation
in the garden
The Heron's Nest
271
the open hand
of the dogwood flower
is now a brown fist
an elderly couple
eats in silence
Simply Haiku
292
I put down my pen
to watch the birds
swallows criss-cross the street
hour after hour because...
I have no idea
TSA Ribbons
341
the hard-breathing trout
explaining death
to a child
Frogpond
and
[Selected for a not-yet-named anthology of haiku on the theme of children.]
352
passing Camp Roberts
and the smooth-sanded hills
of the Central Coast...
looking west
to China
Landfall Anthology
447
bitter snowstorm...
strangers become friends
for a day
The Heron's Nest
497
redgold salmon
wink their tails...
Indian summer
Paper Wasp
509
the pounding surf...
why does it matter now
after 40 years?
bleached stones against
the bleached sky
Simply Haiku
531
summer heat
coming all this distance to find
nothing but distance
Paper Wasp
543
waking up
to the first nudge
of pain...
great unweavings begin
with one loose thread
American Tanka
544
Taps...
the widow folds her life
and puts it away
Simply Haiku
545
walking away
from the laugh track
into the twilit park,
into the noise-cone
of a brood of cicadas
TSA Ribbons
549
as I cut and splice
a few salient vignettes,
the rest of my life
spools out
on the cutting room floor
Simply Haiku