Links coming soon.
Poems by title as they appear chronologically on the site. So older stuff is first listed, unless I wasn’t sure where to put it. In that case. a note accompanies. Click on a title to go to the poem.
2015:
Art of Disasters
and from this earthly silence
Write Myself
Art of Disasters II (Profanity Remix)
2017:
two dandelions
2018:
untitled #1: on the road
untitled #2: dolores riordan poem
advice for my younger inner dragon
Before My Broken Throne (cut-up of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”)
#pleasebitch
ad infinitum, ad nauseum
riddle of a moon
ask the seasons their true love’s names
2019:
rain blessings
crow
Red
Some Ruminations on Plant Life
“still-dark just before dawn”
Dear Peacock
haiku for Mary Oliver
wizard eyes, image #1
wizard eyes, image #2
waxing moon goddess
Bluebird Dilemma
2020:
root of all evil
i cannot break
the heat of feelings emerge
parrots & mockingbirds
Quicksand
lonely harmony
dagashi
TL;DR
coyote tells the weather
EMBERS
Apathy is a Dead Child
Valentines Day, 2020: My Val (a rogue haiku poem)
returning each night
arrogance, indifference, and other ways the world ends (or, when the alien archaeologists discover our dead scrolls)
this will help you grasp the sizes of things in the universe
coyote tells of hunger
Founder’s Day: a tribute to Michael Harrington, 2/24/2020
The Country as a Cup: A Warning
2021:
thanksgiving in february ’21
hummingbird babies (haiku)
broken wheelbarrow: channeling WCW (haiku)
kindness (haiku)
in defense of rogue haiku (haiku)
SHS #1: widow’s walk
tanka moon (tanka)
same as it ever was (haiku)
kawaii chameleon (with apologies to boy george)
a traffic light (haiku)
ghost mermaid, directionally challenged
to the osprey that sits on the lamppost outside my window
three valentine haiku (haiku)
thanksgiving in february ’21 #2
raven built the world
manatees (haiku)
2 haiku to the child who complained about “no dinosaur stories” on npr (haiku)
country hilltop, aglow at dusk
crow under the sun
the cold snowy night (haiku)
dark skitters (777)
gather my words at their edges
i’ve stopped reading my horoscope
hummingbird on a branch
2 linked meta haiku (haiku)
as long as there are hungry & sick, this place will never be “free”
little paper parasols
maybe there are
little paper parasols 