Friday, December 20, 2013

Sunday, November 17, 2013


violence in
the graveyard
blood on the crypts

For Haiku Heights - Prompt #309

Wednesday, September 25, 2013


Autumn near at hand
V'd geese head south by southwest
for sweet nisparos

For Carpe Diem - Prompt 307

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


"To Life!"
as he drinks from
the Chrysanthemum cup

For Carpe Diem - Prompt 306

Summer's End

tractor in the barn
already bundled
the last straw

For Carpe Diem - Prompt 305

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Sex-Starved Squirrel

he'd rather play
with his chestnuts
than bury them

For Carpe Diem - Prompt 298

Genji's Song

evening face
by pyre smoke

For Carpe Diem - Sept. 15 - Distillation

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


the only time things
are black and white

For Carpe Diem Sept. 11

Sunday, August 25, 2013


bovine love:
something in the way
she moos
attracts me like
no udder lover

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Getting Old

ancient Monadnock
you've vanquished me
and shown me my age

For Haiku Heights

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Sunday, August 11, 2013


chill out Quasimodo
don't get your
back in a hunch

For Woven Dreams - Prompt 23

Friday, August 9, 2013

By The Sea

alone at the beach
like a wave
mind turns in on itself

For Haiku Heights - Prompt 267

Sunday, August 4, 2013


walking in the woods
gnats, mosquitoes, bees
are my entourage


pressure cooker bombs
flesh rending shrapnel
Christ was not the last
to die for our sins

Printed in Four and Twenty - July, 2013


snowflake world
never the same

Printed in Issa's Untidy Hut - July, 2013


my long-dead uncle
alive again at the beach
right down to the nose

For Haiku Heights - Prompt #267


no need for robes
the cricket chirps
the Dharma

The Gift

clouds at dawn
insomniac's reward

Friday, August 2, 2013

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Saturday, July 27, 2013

More of Less

no 'more'
no 'less'
no 'thing'
to be either

For Sunday Scribblings - Prompt 379

Thursday, July 25, 2013


it's more than a feeling
a degree costs thousands
in tuition

For Carpe Diem - Prompt 255

Sunday, July 21, 2013


heaven is the next
(life, moment) stop
it's not up to
some vengeful god

Mind Songs

my internal radio
it won't need batteries
until I do

Time Trilogy

time creeps forth
   yet flies
and is always on my side

time diminishes everyone
   but it ravages only those
who see it that way

who has
   the time
for time

Haiku Heights - Prompt time

Tuesday, July 16, 2013


to turn curds into cheese
and 'no way' to 'yes, please'
all you need is a squeeze

For Haiku Heights - Prompt 265


daylight savings
a wrinkle
in time

For One Single Impression - Prompt #280

Sunday, July 14, 2013


from heaven to hell
I am
the king of swing

For Haiku Heights - Prompt - Swing

Thursday, July 11, 2013


cutting to
the bone

For Sunday Scribblings - Bones

Summer Rain

a blessing
cool summer rain
beyond measure

For Haiku Heights - measure

Saturday, July 6, 2013


when demons come
make friends with them
they hate that



late afternoon
the gulls reclaim the sand
from lobster-skinned tourists

For Haiku Heights - Prompt 'Sand'

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Myth

separate selves -
the myth
of fingerprints

Haiku Heights Prompt - fingerprints

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

48th Anniversary

Her: Are you ready to trade me in yet?
Me: Of course not. I can't drive the
        new models.

Sunday, June 30, 2013


the firefly blinks on ... off ...
childhood semaphore
for joy and wonder

For Haiku Heights - Prompt 260
Accepted for Four And Twenty - Aug. 2013

The Monk

the old monk asked:
have you settled the matter
of your death?

Saturday, June 29, 2013


Autumn near at hand
V'd geese head south by southwest
for sweet nisparos

For Carpe Diem prompt 234


cobalt sky at dusk
sunflower turns moonflower
lonely lake loon calls

For Carpe Diem - June 29

Friday, June 28, 2013

Thursday, June 27, 2013


salty, sweet sweat
the pungent perfume
of passion

For Woven Dreams - Prompt 20

Friday, June 21, 2013


the roadmap of a life

For OSI - Prompt 2777

Monday, June 17, 2013


in the process
of processing
truth often becomes
something else

For Woven Dreams - Prompt 19 - Processing


the small boat moves downstream
drifting leisurely on the slow current
sightseeing on the river

For Poets United

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Dash - OSI Prompt #276

the dash:
without it we could never be
over-anxious or under-appreciated.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Haiku Heights - Prompt 254

Some say it's really not moral
for one to have wives that are plural
   but it seems to me
   it's about what you see
it's fine if you live where it's rural.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Tuesday, May 28, 2013


smell of a newly mowed lawn
just can't get enough
of that cut green stuff

Monday, May 27, 2013

He's Weak

his bladder is weak
some help he should seek
in order to stem the leak

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Monday, May 20, 2013


Florence moved effortlessly
across the dance floor -
it was the flow of Flo

Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Cause

hemorrhoids -
likely caused by having
your head too far up your ass

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Monday, May 13, 2013

Friday, April 26, 2013

Poseidon's Tentacle

arching over the seawall
spewing salty flesh on my check

Thursday, April 25, 2013

On the Beach

On a rocky New England beach
the waves recede
to the sound of applause

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Monday, April 22, 2013

Placing an Order

eggcream in the South
   the question: sunnyside up
or over easy?

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Friday, April 19, 2013

Last Sounds


The Error


The Buzz

swatting the air
    in vain
let it bee


Vermont fields
in her eyes

For Lefty

    one white paw
and their hearts

The Old Newsman

My phone vibrates in my pocket
another tweet coming in

I keep it near my testicles
it doubles the pleasure

at my age, everything helps.

I don't tweet out, at least not much
I mostly tweet in - CNN, Seacoastonline -
AP, The Dalai Lama, Holy Rascals

It's an old newsman's habit;
I keep in touch so you don't have to.
"Spring into Summer"
   the worn sign on the old motel says,
but I'd rather Fall
     when you finally realize
what everyone else already knows

Thursday, April 18, 2013

fingers in pocket
     counting off the syllables
beach-walking haiku
dad died

Printed in From the Gean - July, 2013