Trying not to be depressed,
I gaze at pine branches.
Friday, November 23, 2018
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Written Just Now!
The clock ticks,
the cats snore,
snuggling their blankets.
—————
Worrying
to the tune of a ticking clock
and cat snores.
the cats snore,
snuggling their blankets.
—————
Worrying
to the tune of a ticking clock
and cat snores.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
On Poetry Pea Podcast!
One of my haiku has been featured on the Poetry Pea Podcast for 9/3/18. I'm so honored! When you look at the folks' works featured, it is really something to be in such company.
Just in case you don't want to listen, here it is.
Cool night air,the sound of crickets -- and snoring.
Just in case you don't want to listen, here it is.
Cool night air,the sound of crickets -- and snoring.
Monday, October 22, 2018
September 2018
The smell of fennel--
bees walk on yellow flowers,
smelling ocean air.
----
Weeds and flowers,
wild fennel and iceplant--
occasional butterflies.
----
Gulls cry a lot.
Summer's last hurrah--
Maybe they're hot.
----
Peaceful walk--
except for the pebble
in my shoe.
----
The ocean's edge
smells of weed and pee.
People sure fuck things up.
----
Shimmering sea,
Indian Summer sun beats down--
a grebe floats alone.
bees walk on yellow flowers,
smelling ocean air.
----
Weeds and flowers,
wild fennel and iceplant--
occasional butterflies.
----
Gulls cry a lot.
Summer's last hurrah--
Maybe they're hot.
----
Peaceful walk--
except for the pebble
in my shoe.
----
The ocean's edge
smells of weed and pee.
People sure fuck things up.
----
Shimmering sea,
Indian Summer sun beats down--
a grebe floats alone.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
More from awhile ago
All the fog!
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.
-------------
Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.
--------------
He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.
--------------
Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.
-------------
Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.
--------------
He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.
--------------
Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.
And even further back!
Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.
--------
Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
--------
Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
and shoes.
Worth it.
--------
Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.
--------
Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.
---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it
Written even further back than the others!
Warm night, crescent moon,
a heron near the lake—
Is he lonely?
a heron near the lake—
Is he lonely?
25 Weeks Ago
Fresh seaweed dots
the tide, the rocks, the sand.
Gulls' feet imprint all. --------------
Bird sanctuary--
sandpipers feed undisturbed--
muddy, squishy sand.
the tide, the rocks, the sand.
Gulls' feet imprint all. --------------
Bird sanctuary--
sandpipers feed undisturbed--
muddy, squishy sand.
One of My Better Haiku, I Think
A long walk through trees—
the smell of eucalyptus
lingers on my shoes.
the smell of eucalyptus
lingers on my shoes.
Sorta Kinda Tanka
Bleary and dull,
moving through life half asleep.
And yet, there are cats
and the sound of rain on a roof
and the smell of fresh apples.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
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