A blog devoted mainly to haiku and senryu and to thoughts about, and inspired by, haiku and senryu.

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Haiku is to poetry as espresso is to coffee.

Tuesday, March 02, 2021

Anthology piece

 I am honored that this poem has been selected for inclusion in Jar of Rain: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2020. (Originally published, selected as an Editors' Choice, in The Heron's Nest)

deep autumn 

now I am

the oldest

Friday, February 26, 2021


 and the green grass grows . . .

elected by a  landslide

I lie to the people

and the people believe me

and they call for action

and I must do

the will of the people

            . . . around and round

O the green grass grows around!

Thursday, October 01, 2020

lives matter

 off duty

he hangs his blue life

in the closet

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Whitesone NY September 2020

 red sun

the morning news

from California

Sunday, September 13, 2020


News story 9/12/20:

"Dozens of wildfires tearing through communities across the West have left at least 33 people dead, and authorities fear dozens more are missing and unaccounted for."

"fatality incident"

shielding my eyes

from the sunset 

Thursday, August 13, 2020

call it

I call it shooting

she calls it falling

I make a wish

First published in Failed Haiku 

Sunday, August 09, 2020


 resuming chemo

I ask the nurse

how she's been

First published in Failed Haiku