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


the measured widths we shrink into

talking in the darkness like late crickets heaving up a molehill

a cackle of office meniscus

summer drizzle a wet stone growing an ear

in a sonogram frog song

lollipops in the basket some promises un-swapped

war of the fishes stilled in a pitted clam shell


otata November 2017


February 28, 2018 Posted by | haiku, poetry, sequence, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

three works (they say/about the spheres/interpretentions)



they say

mountain clouds

implode in a colic


a stare brings on



snow buntings invite

green eyes


fibrous bones

roll down a mulch hill


a rasp in his caws

one catches


wild weeds

pierce fresh wombs


in a clam shell

of not-thereness




about the spheres


a wink enough
to lift
the moon’s hem

a slivered blue
licks paradise

part grit part
fluff the foaming universe

constellations stringing rocks into falsies

concoctions a boom of moon craters






with my lips, I accept the many ways grass wears dew that Van Gogh kept secret


I agonize so much so that my stomach contracts regurgitating Dali’s white lies


a valley of lilies I hurtle into with eyes closed on Monet skinny dipping


the spastic leg throws of marionettes as Picasso dreamt I can


together shedding barnacles from cliffs chipped clean in cubes Mondrian says his own


thieves inhabit the hippocampus of dawn beetles scaling the spirals of Gaudi’s nights


my singed heart hurts so the onyx solitaire Klee entraps with dancing threads



otata April 2017

February 15, 2018 Posted by | fragments, haiku, poetry, sequence | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

book spine haiku…


then and now…

the little prince

under the sea wind



far to go–

the concubine

when the wells run dry



the piano–

basil and the pygmy cats

joy luck club



the republic–


of mice and men



war and peace

as I lay dying…




grapes of wrath

the god of small things

barn burning



no exit

love in the time of cholera

a midsummer night’s dream



swamp angel

death of a salesman

paradise lost




the unbearable lightness of being–

leaf storm



talking horse–

the importance of being earnest

a new life




strange news from another star

beneath the wheel



wind in the willows

crisis pages in a diary–

if the war goes on


  • somerset maugham/antoine de saint-exupery/rachel carson 2) alison pick/norah lofts/thomas h. greene, s.j. 3) jane campion/eve titus/amy tan 4) plato/annie proulx/john steinbeck 5) leo tolstoy/william faulkner/franz kafka 6) john steinbeck/arhundhati roy/william faulkner 7) jean paul sartre/gabriel garcia marquez/william shakespeare 8) ethel wilson/arthur miller/john milton 9) hermann hesse/milan kundera/gabriel garcia marquez 10) bernard malamud/oscar wilde/bernard malamud 11)hermann hesse/hermann hesse/hermann hesse 12) kenneth grahame/hermann hesse/herman hesse

June 8, 2016 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

shortened hem/through her eyelet wrap/cross legged

shortened hem a spillover of stargazers

through her eyelet wrap his sins for a year

cross legged

her bare knees attract

a flock of gulls


otata June 2016


June 7, 2016 Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

New works at Under the Basho: early darkness, winter dusk, on the verge, pale sunset, word storm,

early darkness —

the dough yields its breast

to my hands


cattails, January 2015

Under the Basho my personal best 2015


winter dusk—

we scoot over 

for shadows


Under the Basho Stand-Alone hokku 2015


on the verge

of rocketing–

scent of silence


pale sunset 

the blue heron’s



word storm 

turning shadows

into a burden


Under the Basho modern haiku 2015


December 26, 2015 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A haiku trio on the sky

forlorn sky
a kitten’s inaudible

fog horn
across the beach
injured clouds

dream catcher
the shifting colours
of rain

August 27, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Just a heart (a haibun)

I honor the Force who/that sowed the seed who became me. In degrees though often unaware, I grew a heart.

from rumblings a sprout answers to a name

Lashed by winds, bathed by rains, kissed by moonrise, swaddled by fog, cradled by dawns, how can I be less than a song

neither eye nor lips the knowing sky

They say I leave footprints, scents, echoes, a ghost prowling with the fox for a lair, yet no one says my name

far off foghorns for every one

(My response, originally posted as a comment, to Dan Hasse’s powerful haibun at Facebook: thank you, Dan!!)

April 20, 2015 Posted by | haibun, poetry | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

snap shots of night (a haiku quartet): what is your story?

These days, I tend to write haiku in unintended sequences as one does not seem to capture what I see/feel/perceive/sense. More and more, I think my haiku tell stories more than illuminate a moment. Much as I try to craft them for an ‘aha moment’, I often end up, in my mind anyway, with a three-line story–with a beginning and ending that belong to you, the reader…as in these. What is your story?


through slats

the tipped moon

in her saucer


sleeping on

the scent of slouched

breasts, the watchman


the willow tree

in nakedness

deeper in doubt


hoodlum clouds

across her face…a rough

pie cut

April 18, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

My offering for International Haiku Poetry Day 2015 today


             in the language of camellias…

                                     moonrise too soon


my flight

prompted by a unicorn–

blue mountains


                                                                peel by peel

                                                          the moon in my palm

                                                                    a heart




with a sleight of his hand

a lilac sky



a cascade of apple blossoms

in the widow’s breast


April 17, 2015 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

in the deep (a play on sounds and shapes)


no other way but

                          to skinny deep here…see

even in the deep

                  the wind


pass the jelly (((-oo> please

                                               whooshing )–oo>>>> water

                          even in the deep

                            the  \V/ wind


pass the jelly <<<<-oo> please  )–oo>>>> water pops


off the breath of a whale

                                                              my soul in the wind


                                          under the wind  

                                                     <shark eyelids>


as i, conger, riding the deep

April 17, 2015 Posted by | fragments, free verse, non-haikai, poetry | , , , , , , | 4 Comments