garden Buddha
knee deep …
Tag: tanka
in smoky twilight
i remember…
Midwinter snowstorm
highway…
Rain overnight —…
a spot of light
from the hand…
a stone
next to a frozen pond…
tanka
the voice
of a wrong number…
gnarled banksias
entwined…
gone
with the storm
the wind…
collecting stones
from …
heat wave
at the big city…
morning walk
at the crossroads…
his recent poem
carves a …
grandma’s well
the…
how casually
a brown bird…
overnight
the leafing returns…
just this morning
the first…
alone at last
she chooses…
all that remains
of this …
Wedgwood
tissued and boxed…
a raven
tumbling
across … in a moon garden
filled with…
over red hills
the colored…
the ocean
was in a rage last…
Beyond fault lines
and the…