Wednesday, September 30, 2009



First published in Simply Haiku,  Autumn 2006, Vol. 4, No. 3

Those stains . . .

Life can be full of its funnier instances, if you are open to them - today my wife, Jan, took our dogs to the vet for regular shots, and while there the vet noticed green staining on one of the dog's snouts. "Does she roll in the grass," he asked. "No," answered my wife, "it's probably when she reaches up to pick tomatoes". All three of our dogs have taken to reaching into the tomato plants and picking their choice of ripe tomatoes, and like good dogs, eating them on the spot. I guess it took the vet a minute or two to regain composure.


field mice
forage the corn bin . . .
harvest moon

First published in The Heron's Nest, Volume X, Number 1: March, 2008

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

rush hour

rush hour–
a beer can bounces
along the curb

fish moon

fish moon–
the ghostly movements
of a night-heron
Honorable mnetion in the The Mainichi Haiku Contest 2007, Tokyo, Japan




First published in Magnapoets


hazy afternoon . . .
a grasshopper leaps
into my thoughts
First published in Magnapoets


raucous crows
crowd the dead oak
city soup line
First published in Magnapoets