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

the bee and the flower (a cherita)

the bee and the flower

(short story in verse)


dawn again and still walled-in

no matter… the sun invades my bareness


in the wrinkled shade

a ruckus of leaves



could it be the wind

riffling nests sagging

on a day just hatched?


then the stillness

swift wings…


on the edge of dreams

not a songbird but a bee

dark on my  lids…

all I see as it circles

probing the scented air


then soft as breath

alights on a blossom


i blink

the bee sinks into

the flower’s pulsing center

like lips half-opened…

as petals strain to widen


and quiver on the beetle’s

deepening kisses


a colorless breeze pulls me back to the stillness

the blank walls of waiting



an ekphratic poem based

on a photo of a bee feasting on a dragon fruit flower lv 07/27/20 hh 07/27/20









July 31, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

5 one-line poems at UndertheBasho (UtB)

where creation begins and ends onion scales


smoke and grey hair grandfather’s syllables receding the hours


fraught trail the tightness of wild lace shadowless


unbecoming is the moon because of bruises?


shrunken between trumpeted lies and ripped drums the ageing boor



UndertheBasho one-line poem  2020 July 11


July 29, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

my ku at UndertheBasho (UtB)


tinted brow

recycled otherwise

if unaccompanied


moss rock

under one’s tongue

from howl to whine-y


if foliage stricken

pull down

a cloud


dripping leaf

from a comet

that’s it?


the language of




UndertheBasho ku 2020



July 29, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My latest at Bones journal

Bones journal of contemporary haiku #20 July 15, 2020
absent spring
(one-line sequence in the time of the COVID-19)
where absent spring fans out even weeds breathe their last
in the lilac’s loosened breast a somersault of soughing winds
the swarm of maps random drizzle crafted a helpless tangle on blackberry thorns
scratch marks in the mist a tremor of hands the only sound
incense plumes that hurt the eyes spiraled sighs off sealed-in scorn
between weeping trees and shifting storms tautened strings
ocean roar but grief unclogging lungs of leaf litter with shards of sky
still creeping up sand hills void of spring an unfinished palette bleeds the tides
single haiku
ripped from rants
debates about Eden
blistered wall
the gutter drip
slime molds
does talk consume
the elements?
Profuse thanks to Johannes S.H. Berg, Editor

July 16, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

my haiku at Haiku 2020, the Modern Haiku Anthology

Just announced now available Haiku 2020, the Modern Haiku Anthology of 100 notable haiku from 2019 selected by editors Lee Gurga and Scott Metz of the award-winning Haiku 21 with an introductory essay by Richard Gilbert, author of The Disjunctive Dragonfly.

Pleased to have a haiku, my second (my first was in the 2014 anthology) in this one, too, as follows:


the pond

I lied to

first published in UndertheBasho ku,  June 19,2019 




Note: profuse thanks to Lee Gurga and Scott Metz and especially to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor who picked both published haiku.


July 5, 2020 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment