2009




                                        if I let you
                                        out of your cage
                                        canary
                                        can you do
                                        the same for me?

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 4, winter 2009




                                        ocean sunrise . . .
                                        the glitter of seashells
                                        no one's seen
                                        before today
                                        as I walk home from the bar

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 4, winter 2009




                                        so much snow
                                        even coffee can't keep me
                                        from shivering
                                        a few atoms
                                        from my body

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 4, winter 2009
                                        (The Tanka Café)



                                        staring into
                                        the refrigerator's
                                        cold breath
                                        I look for something
                                        that isn't there

                                        Notes From the Gean 1:3, December 2009




                                        train set —
                                        the god looking over
                                        a world
                                        built in my garage
                                        curses and drinks

                                        Notes From the Gean 1:3, December 2009




                                        how heavy
                                        the blue of the sky
                                        this morning
                                        a sunlit snowscape
                                        amplifies my hangover

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        numb
                                        to daily news of death
                                        from war
                                        I'm fascinated
                                        by the beetle I crushed

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        another summer —
                                        am I any more alive
                                        than these tulips
                                        dropping their petals
                                        on the kitchen table?

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        even though
                                        they look alike . . .
                                        my scar
                                        is different
                                        than the veteran's

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        the Milky Way . . .
                                        sometimes I feel
                                        like a moth
                                        clinging to a door
                                        that will soon be opened

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        last day of vacation . . .
                                        the notebook I wanted
                                        to fill with poetry
                                        is empty
                                        except for sand

                                        Simply Haiku vol 7 no 4, winter 2009




                                        all these guests
                                        we didn't invite to dinner
                                        this summer night
                                        have wings
                                        and six legs

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 3, autumn 2009

                                        (The Tanka Café)


       
                                        in my bedroom
                                        the perfect corner
                                        for a spider
                                        to do nothing
                                        in the dark

                                        Tanka Splendor Awards 2009




                                        noon breeze . . .
                                        a butterfly lands
                                        in the photograph
                                        I would have taken
                                        if I had a camera

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 2, summer 2009




                                        stuck here
                                        on this cold Earth
                                        I am rat
                                        traveling alone
                                        in the belly of a snake

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 2, summer 2009




at a motel       
in a town I've never heard of
I share the loneliness    
with a cockroach     
and the moon     

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 2, summer 2009
                                        (The Tanka Café)



                                        landing
                                        in this unfamiliar world
                                        on my arm
                                        the ladybug doesn't quite
                                        tuck in all of its wing

                                        Magnapoets Issue 4, July 2009




                                        the scent
                                        of new leather chairs
                                        in the meeting room
                                        we talk about
                                        budget cuts

                                        Prune Juice Issue 2, July 2009




                                        death, taxes
                                        and the tides . . .
                                        I build a castle
                                        as I wait
                                        for that one big wave

                                        Notes From the Gean 1:1, June 2009




                                        a starlit night . . .
                                        the heavenly mixture
                                        of wine
                                        and her lips
                                        condones my lust

                                        Notes From the Gean 1:1, June 2009




                                        just a shell
                                        of the man I was
                                        ten years ago
                                        somehow I've managed
                                        to keep a smile

                                        Notes From the Gean 1:1, June 2009




                                        the yellow color
                                        of a black and white
                                        photograph —
                                        in her eyes
                                        I can see the blue

                                        Ribbons vol 5 no 1, spring 2009




                                        I still don't know
                                        if it matters why we're here . . .
                                        sunflowers
                                        yellow as ever
                                        in the rain

                                        Magnapoets Issue 3, January 2009




                                        after driving for hours
                                        I lie down
                                        holding a pool
                                        of the Atlantic Ocean
                                        in my belly button

                                        Magnapoets Issue 3, January 2009





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