living alone
in the attic room
for years now
the skylight frames
my immigrant dream
Month: May 2019
remembering
the patterns of stars
migrants
sunrise
barred light on the walls
of the deportation centre
border diner
locals fill
the window seats
train ride
pulling away
from my past
chattering crows–
a clean slate
of another day
late night at the laundromat stories still unfolding
making sandcastles
my son fills the moat
from his bladder
(Runner-up in Haiku Calendar Competition, 2015)
blood moon
my birth mother slams
the door shut
the ocean
was in a rage last night
but today
these peace offerings
of blue mussels and kelp
(tanka/haiga)
Nantucket Island
silence surrounds
carved teeth
loop trail
but for now
just out and back
slow pitch
delivering another
perfect enso
gibbous moon
one egg short
of a double batch
quince buds
trying to explain
my hobbies
a shift
in the breeze…
lilacs
spring fever
he offers me
a micro-dose
bougainvillea
I carry my tea
outside
no one left
who remembers …
memorial day
oxbow lake
a rusty horseshoe over
the missing door
wilderness
one more stop to speak
a flower’s name
not quite Mozart the staccato in our parting
still filling
the room you left
night blooming jasmine