jornales

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

random seasons, a haiku/senryu series

stone wall

mottled hands escaping

through air

 

ham flavor

hangs about her sweater

hospice weekend

 

though touch-less

the intimate rustle of silk

 

fall

dog buries

bruises

 

hobbling out of my midnight winter moon

 

apple core

how to bottle

memories

 

a tiger

musing on my eye

autumn dusk

 

chopped beets

i wash the knife

of traces

 

open page

an opaque scent

in his bath water

 

oak stump–

i remember the hornets

last summer

 

shell shards

on a paint roller

a womb

 

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November 25, 2014 Posted by | haiku, poetry, senryu | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

a triptych

in a close out
women and birds
switch hair pins

her cap’s beak
the gossip about viral
roots waning

who has seen
a drake? she tucks
in a lie under her nails

July 15, 2014 Posted by | senryu | Leave a comment

sunshine in the snow #23b NaHaiWriMo

sunshine in the snow–
your shaded eyes does not say
what you mean

My #23 haiku from NaHaiWriMo is posted on the facebook site.

About this haiku–doesn’t it bother you, too? As soon as the sun bursts stark white, all eyes disappear under dark shades and goggles. And shades these days come opaque in what looks like midnight blue, muddy brown, deep ocean black-green. We face each other like we’re blind when we’re talking to each other. And that bothers me, that’s where this haiku came from.

February 24, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry, senryu | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

girl in Sunday dress

girl in Sunday dress
in her father’s shadow—
lost too soon

December 20, 2010 Posted by | haiku, poetry, senryu | , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments