We begin our 15th year with a fresh crop of daily poems that will take us from winter well into spring, weaving in all the seasons along the way. Thanks to everyone who
Before the words,
both of us trembling.
Falling snow.
winter night?
late in the Scrabble game
I draw the Q
slowly falling snow
little by little I learn
to forget you
(originally appeared in White Lotus, Issue 6, 2008)
Bukowski in bed
all that heartache and grit
between the sheets
the way words touch me
the way they don?t
we make out
of all this friction
love
(originally appeared in Modern Haiku, 42:3, autumn 2011)
long night
rolling over
the same old troubles
existence
a little
four-note song
year finally over
I scrub a ring
from the tub
black coffee
on New Year’s morning
spangles of sunlight
a dragon kite
carries the sun
in its mouth
new dawn…
outed
in a tweet
a slow day
at the window
watching
an icicle repair
its broken parts
loneliness
opening the window
to let in the rain
Mid-winter evening,
alone at the sushi bar?
just me and this eel.
(from his haiku collection She Was Just Seventeen, Modern Haiku Press, 2006)