last time through
the corn maze . . .
All Hallow’s Eve
last time through
the corn maze . . .
All Hallow’s Eve
move-in day
everything I own
seen
in a different
light
(Originally published in GUSTS No. 33, Spring/Summer 2021)
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
seeing my dentist
of twenty years
on the beach
I recognize
his eyes
the
librarian
shakes
sand
out
of
my
over
due
b
o
o
k
tears
when
we
have
to
leave
your
height
chart
on
the
door
jamb
emptying her house
all our resentments
packed away
spinning
a carousel
of postcards
I see my town
as a tourist
(originally appeared in bottle rockets, #32, Feb 2015)
childrenamongtherowsofsoldierslaidtorest
(originally published in Daily Haiku, Dec 21, 2013)