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.

And even further back!

Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.

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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.

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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 Sorta Kinda Haiku & a Sorta Kinda Tanka

Night comes, and
those little yellow flowers
have closed up shop.


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Tufts of green with
those little yellow flowers,
settled in the cracks
between pieces of gray cement--
and people call them weeds!

3 Versions

Dark, cold night--
in a sweater and no socks,
eating ice cream alone.

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Sad-eating ice cream 
in a sweater and no socks.
Boy, are my feet cold!

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Sad-eating ice cream 
in a sweater and no socks-- 
white noise of TV.

Two variations on a theme...

Black Winter's night,
twinkling stars.
Beautiful cold.

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This Winter night--
even the stars look cold!

Rewrite! (8/6/2024)

Huddling in my blankets--

tonight even the stars 

look cold!.

Small jumble of socks (9/24/14)

Small jumble of socks
piled on the comforter--
cold night air drifts in.

8/28/14

Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.

Out of inky black...

Out of grey and black,

the moon shows only most of

her smiling face.

White ghost and dark page...

White ghost and dark page,
sun upon the water-- night
approaches alone.