for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

sequence-la luna blanca

la luna blanca

white  moon


rising in the east

a patch on my shadowed

wedding veil


en la bahía

on the bay


melting on ripples

its path on halved waters

our braided hands


un velo bordado

an embroidered veil


mira mi cara blanca

la imagen de una noche solitaria

un corazón vacío


look on my white face

the reflection of a solitary night

an empty heart


la luna blanca

white moon


sets at midday

wraps me in a cloud

invisible in blue


un brillo en los arboles

sheen in the tress


returns at ebb tide

creeps to my bed



un blanco sueno

white dream


se decolora en un beso

caído como rocío en las rosas

un cielo rosado


fades into a kiss

falls as dew on the roses

a pink sky


As jornal for this sequence, I cannot even conjure a number.  It’s like one those tasks I had done gratis because the value is in the product, which is beyond value.


August 23, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , | 4 Comments

summer souvenirs



under a maple tree

robin struts alone




stones on the shore

spell out words–

i pick dots in the i’s



on the water

full moon halves the bay

we hold hands


I give myself $500 each for these summer souvenirs.

August 19, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , | 2 Comments