small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Saturday, September 27, 2014

[my cat . . .]

RIP Tara        2/10/2005--7/25/2014

my cat 
watches the water run, 
by the endless flow . . .
how tight I wind my cuckoo clock 

~cattails 3: Sept. 2014

Saturday, September 20, 2014

autumn fruits

twin fawns
browsing the orchard
for early apples . . .
how little we knew
of autumn rain

~Fire Pearls 2 Anthology, summer 2013

wild persimmons
not yet sweetened 
by frost
I paint the long days
with a tincture of hope

~Atlas Poetica 14, March 2013

Friday, September 12, 2014

in spring rain

the heartbeat
under my heartbeat
a rip in the membrane
between worlds

~Fire Pearls 2 Anthology, summer 2013

for writing a poem
about her miscarriage 
     in spring rain 
     she cleans the bluebird boxes

~Fire Pearls 2 Anthology, summer 2013

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Will the Circle Be Unbroken

My mother is helping me hang wallpaper in the kitchen of my first house. Eagles, oak leaves and acorns march one-two, one-two around the walls, back to our starting point above the window. But here’s a dilemma—we’ll have to put two eagles side-by-side, or else two oak leaves. To me, either arrangement looks glaringly wrong. But my mother cheerfully pastes up two eagles in a row, taking care to select a left-facing eagle where the pattern calls for right.

a circle
inked on white paper—
open to the drift
of stardust and ashes

                 ~Haibun Today 8:3, Sept. 2014