Monday, July 20, 2015
Brass Bell, November 2014
brewing ants
a rusted teapot
in the garden
incoming storm . . .
a swirl of tea leaves
settles in her cup
a rusted teapot
in the garden
incoming storm . . .
a swirl of tea leaves
settles in her cup
Yuki Teikei Haiku Society Tokutomi Haiku Contest, 2014
on a bridle path
the scent of apple blossoms
in my horse's mane
Honourable Mention
Tokutomi Haiku Contest 2014
the scent of apple blossoms
in my horse's mane
Honourable Mention
Tokutomi Haiku Contest 2014
Ershik, October 2014
Translated into Russian for the October 2014 issue, with the English versions appearing in Ershik's Special Issue No. 2, in May 2015.
bluebells . . .
the lonesome sound
of freight trains
daisies . . .
I remember when
you loved me
bluebells . . .
the lonesome sound
of freight trains
daisies . . .
I remember when
you loved me
Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 8, Number 2, October 2014
Haiku Canada Sheet (edited by LeRoy Gorman)
Small Coals
they called us
to collect her things
not knowing
what to do with her teeth
we left her smile in the trash
on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones
speaking
in tongues of tides
the call and answer
of moon and sea
our words becoming sand
pussywillows
the swollen bellies
of feral cats
crossing over
the bridge of sighs
I felt you
folding into me
folding into prayer
red-tailed hawk
on a telephone pole . . .
the prairie listens
she wore
a stranger's hair
tightly curled
after chemotherapy
waiting for a miracle
transplanted . . .
a bleeding heart
in the surgeon's garden
when I began
to lose my hair
I wove
a shirt of myself
for your shroud
on the beach
I collect the broken shell
of myself
when we
were chinook clouds
arching
across evening
swallowing the sunset
shorn fields . . .
the midnight croaking
of sandhill cranes
Acknowledgments (in order): Lyrical Passion Poetry, cattails, A Hundred Gourds, Acorn, Gusts, The Heron's Nest, red lights, Prune Juice, Presence, cattails, Skylark, World Haiku Association
Small Coals
they called us
to collect her things
not knowing
what to do with her teeth
we left her smile in the trash
on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones
speaking
in tongues of tides
the call and answer
of moon and sea
our words becoming sand
pussywillows
the swollen bellies
of feral cats
crossing over
the bridge of sighs
I felt you
folding into me
folding into prayer
red-tailed hawk
on a telephone pole . . .
the prairie listens
she wore
a stranger's hair
tightly curled
after chemotherapy
waiting for a miracle
transplanted . . .
a bleeding heart
in the surgeon's garden
when I began
to lose my hair
I wove
a shirt of myself
for your shroud
on the beach
I collect the broken shell
of myself
when we
were chinook clouds
arching
across evening
swallowing the sunset
shorn fields . . .
the midnight croaking
of sandhill cranes
Acknowledgments (in order): Lyrical Passion Poetry, cattails, A Hundred Gourds, Acorn, Gusts, The Heron's Nest, red lights, Prune Juice, Presence, cattails, Skylark, World Haiku Association
Ribbons, Vol. 10, Number 3, Fall 2014
sandpipers
stitching our footprints
to ocean's hem
we are frayed by traces
of what is left behind
stitching our footprints
to ocean's hem
we are frayed by traces
of what is left behind
Gusts, Number 20, Fall/Winter 2014
a lullaby
of snow fluttering
against the tent
unzipping our cocoons
we emerge into winter
a dirty waif
dumpster-diving
g n a w i n g
the leftover bones
of his leftover life
fairy rings
appearing overnight
such sorcery
the way i conjure you
arising out of earth
note: "fairy rings" are naturally occurring rings of mushrooms
of snow fluttering
against the tent
unzipping our cocoons
we emerge into winter
a dirty waif
dumpster-diving
g n a w i n g
the leftover bones
of his leftover life
fairy rings
appearing overnight
such sorcery
the way i conjure you
arising out of earth
note: "fairy rings" are naturally occurring rings of mushrooms
Frogpond, Vol. 37:3, Autumn 2014
frozen sheets . . .
we unpin the shape
of winter
riding the sway-backed barn setting sun
we unpin the shape
of winter
riding the sway-backed barn setting sun
Atlas Poetica, Number 19, Autumn 2014
snowbound
we sip Darjeeling
and dream
of growing marigolds
in monsoon rain
drumbeats
calling down the rain
we walk
with muddy feet
petrichor on our skin
the degrees
of separation
between us
i am summer's heat
you are winter's chill
this baggage
carried from one life
to the next
we unpack everything
but our belongingness
we sip Darjeeling
and dream
of growing marigolds
in monsoon rain
drumbeats
calling down the rain
we walk
with muddy feet
petrichor on our skin
the degrees
of separation
between us
i am summer's heat
you are winter's chill
this baggage
carried from one life
to the next
we unpack everything
but our belongingness
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