Haiku/Senryu
faraway bell ...
the crunch of gravel
beneath my shoes
solstice sharpening my father's knife
First published in Modern Haiku 54.3
first light
on fresh snow
the trail of a sled
trimming the hedge
of the labyrinth
that smile
the rain barrel
drying in the sun
a weary bee
dry marble fountain
a bunch of chimney sweeps
sucking cherries
bottom
of the stairwell
broken tambourines
in this time ...
nude rest stop bikers
will need boots
deep breath
of the subway
that gum I like
pigeons
bob and weave
hot town
first summer rain—
on our fingers
rings of gold
off the footbridge
a dragonfly catches
galaxies
scent of her hair
at the bonfire's edge
the lapping tide
the walk
two shadows take—
vacation's last day
island wind
a mound of sand
under the shoe rack
shopping mall—
the plastic cherry tree
drops a blossom
Haibun
Uphill
Pedalling as hard as I can, he keeps pulling ahead. Wiry strength. He doesn't even know I am chasing him. Of course, he can't be you. Your face was yellow and purple on a slab. But you might see me when I catch up.
snowdrift ...
a room in a house
long gone
Hospitality
sleepover friends
speaking of silverfish ...
night snow falls
Uncle Fred is there when I come home from school.
"Is dad not back yet?" I ask.
"He just woke up."
In the living room, books are sticking out of the bookshelves; some
are spread around the floor. The tapedeck in the stereo has a
protruding screwdriver. A speaker lies in pieces by the couch.
My father stands by the window looking out at the backyard.
"What were you doing last night?" He asks.
"I stayed over at Stephen's."
"I know that" he says. "Did you play with his machine?"
"He just got Super Mario."
"No, not that machine. The one that can remote control all other
electronic devices."
Sepia
sitting cowboy style in a tub while the ceiling drools for all us sinners what business is that
smoke the sweat of a glass
First published in the other bunny August 19 2024Whipping Siphon
If you are just about done making beetroot foam, maybe we can get our heads good and blown up.
a full beard
of mash and gravy
x-mas party
Easter Mega Sale
slipping out from the secret forest behind the supermarket parking lot no one looks at deep in thoughts of the lamb they don't know about my dreamcatchers
tulips
the toad rubs
its butt
Astrolonomokinegysis
one day that monkey will make a fine witch trust me
starry night
crushing a beer can
with my mind
Salty Dog
hey street spitter that pigeon is a friend of mine
combing this moustache—
a sudden desire
for vinegar crisps
Other
it's good
cake
I think
doyoudoyou
First published in dadakuku Feb 28