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



dog buries



hobbling out of my midnight winter moon


apple core

how to bottle



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



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