Manhattan evening
three fingers
of sunset
Month: May 2020
spring gusts …
a swirl of dead leaves
in the dugout
express take-out
all the way home
nothing but red lights
small-town diner
she tells us we can take
any seat we like
milk moon
she tells more
than he wants to know
her bony back
against my palm —
Mother’s Day
(First published in evolution, the Red Moon anthology, 2010)
waning moon
arranging flowers
in her mother’s hands
my daughter
can’t read cursive
imagine my sorrow
my notes in her baby book
are gibberish to her
(From A Thousand Voices, Tanka Society
what we take
and what we leave behind
honey harvest
A short haibun by Tia Haynes
fairy lights
on a sapling…
her prom dress
struggling
with the new curriculum
weekly shooter drill
short day
this cold shell
of a bullet
spring vineyard
stone farmhouse pockmarked
with mortar shells
returning
to the vanishing point
in the blue hour
five lonely notes
of a mourning dove
mossy log
a ruffled grouse drums
up the dawn
(haiga)
lilacs
filling the house
with memories
mayfly
the eulogy writes
itself
day moon
bees orbit
the buttonbush
first sprouts
a crow cleans its feathers
on the scarecrow’s shoulder
spring planting–
a runner of ivy
in the dog’s teeth