tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109454452008-07-04T07:49:31.463-07:00Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comBlogger426125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-62962119597948936752008-07-01T19:06:00.000-07:002008-07-01T19:10:00.714-07:00<div align="center">spring thunder</div><div align="center">I promise not to tell</div><div align="center">her mother</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">(This appeared in the Shiki Kukai, June 2008, where it took second place in the free format category. The assigned topic was "secret," with the recommendation that the content of the secret not be identified.)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'll be on a break until the middle of the month. Stay well, my friends. </div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-39371815061713113862008-06-27T11:08:00.000-07:002008-06-27T11:10:00.586-07:00<div align="center">white sand</div><div align="center">a child asks why</div><div align="center">I'm wearing shoes</div><div align="left">(Shiki Kukai, June 2008)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-15977259182691404612008-06-24T14:00:00.000-07:002008-06-24T14:01:12.266-07:00<div align="center">a butterfly</div><div align="center">rises from my fingertip</div><div align="center">soft wind</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-21541209111603564382008-06-21T20:17:00.000-07:002008-06-21T20:21:33.465-07:00<div align="center">breaststroke</div><div align="center">rippling </div><div align="center">sunset</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-60357501720548410612008-06-18T07:08:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:09:14.043-07:00<div align="center">gay wedding</div><div align="center">his father gave him away</div><div align="center">long ago</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-85727773788525200322008-06-17T21:20:00.000-07:002008-06-17T21:21:42.185-07:00<div align="center">catfish</div><div align="center">a child's eyes widen </div><div align="center">at the word</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>Modern Haiku</em>)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-37811840026623532392008-06-14T21:45:00.000-07:002008-06-14T21:47:22.654-07:00<div align="center">drought</div><div align="center">the prayers she knows</div><div align="center">by heart</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>The Heron's Nest</em>)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-63862245138330649562008-06-11T18:35:00.000-07:002008-06-11T18:36:39.788-07:00<div align="center">one-way street</div><div align="center">a mother and child</div><div align="center">look both ways</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>Sketchbook</em>)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-47818907874561419112008-06-06T18:18:00.000-07:002008-06-06T18:19:05.720-07:00<div align="center">midsummer</div><div align="center">a jazzman's trumpet</div><div align="center">aims at the stars</div><div align="left">(Shiki kukai, May, 2008)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-21405016358207351982008-06-02T20:46:00.001-07:002008-06-02T20:47:57.864-07:00<div align="center">lovers' garden</div><div align="center">a lily pad floats</div><div align="center">on a cloud</div><div align="left">(Shiki kukai, May, 2008)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-64353247632729631582008-05-18T19:50:00.000-07:002008-05-18T19:51:51.969-07:00<div align="center">flag pin</div><div align="center">in the salesman's lapel</div><div align="center">Memorial Day</div><div align="left">(I'll be taking a break over the holiday. See you in early June.)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-10197648591760199952008-05-17T11:14:00.000-07:002008-05-17T11:19:04.796-07:00<div align="center">barefoot</div><div align="center">the earth</div><div align="center">pushes back</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-4808472120545383692008-05-13T07:42:00.000-07:002008-05-13T07:43:38.196-07:00<div align="center">Mother's Day</div><div align="center">something sexy</div><div align="center">for his wife</div><div align="left">(Lest we forget. Published at <em>temps libre</em>)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-44316703891980692502008-05-13T07:39:00.000-07:002008-05-13T07:40:50.464-07:00(Still not talking about anybody we know)<br /><br /><div align="center">Mother's Day</div><div align="center">she tries not to hide</div><div align="center">her disappointment</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-4029221682891565072008-05-12T11:40:00.000-07:002008-05-12T11:42:22.255-07:00<div align="center">shaking her head</div><div align="center">before she reads the menu</div><div align="center">Mother's Day</div><div align="left">(Of course, I don't mean <em>your </em>mother.)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-81744229900863236702008-05-08T21:31:00.000-07:002008-05-08T21:34:30.518-07:00<div align="center">dusk</div><div align="center">the brook becomes</div><div align="center">its sound</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>World Haiku Review</em>)</div><div align="left"></div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-50188655878067898382008-05-05T15:42:00.000-07:002008-05-05T15:45:13.208-07:00<div align="center">desert lightning</div><div align="center">the thunder</div><div align="center">we don't hear</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>World Haiku Review)</em></div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-1919848659921462252008-04-30T21:40:00.000-07:002008-04-30T21:42:06.187-07:00<div align="center">starry night the darkness between fireflies</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>Acorn #20)</em></div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-87706878904287231952008-04-27T10:32:00.000-07:002008-04-27T10:33:33.943-07:00<div align="center">days later . . .</div><div align="center">the quarrel</div><div align="center">where we left it</div><div align="left">(Published in <em>Chrysanthemum</em>)</div><div align="center"> </div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-36301314345063433392008-04-24T16:42:00.000-07:002008-04-24T16:43:17.659-07:00<div align="center">MySpace</div><div align="center">I keep</div><div align="center">MyDistance</div><div align="left">(Inspired by a poem by Pat Paulk)</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-16206765934381457992008-04-22T09:39:00.000-07:002008-04-22T09:40:38.483-07:00<div align="center">on the beach</div><div align="center">by the ancient city</div><div align="center">sandcastle ruins</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-72034923584538534562008-04-19T21:27:00.000-07:002008-04-19T21:29:05.227-07:00<div align="center">mourning dove</div><div align="center">the widower puts away</div><div align="center">his wedding ring</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-24200358188545104012008-04-17T20:41:00.000-07:002008-04-17T20:45:32.045-07:00Patry Francis, author of <em>The Liar's Diary</em>, is an old friend of this blog. Patry has been having some serious health problems lately and has been posting regular reports on her progress that are as beautiful, moving, and spiritually generous as anything you'll find in the blogosphere. If you'd like to meet a beautiful soul, click on "patry" in the list of links to the left.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-26000011991419505802008-04-16T22:11:00.000-07:002008-04-16T22:12:09.370-07:00<div align="center">papal visit</div><div align="center">the pastor announces</div><div align="center">a second collection</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-39643928496821766132008-04-15T18:47:00.001-07:002008-04-15T18:49:19.803-07:00<div align="center">mud-splattered car</div><div align="center">in the turning lane</div><div align="center">another spring</div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.com