2016, April 30

Last sent email, wait
In silence. How beautiful--
Echoless canyon

2016, April 29

Crow on oak branch
Dark green. Does the white not scare
You rising in fog?

2016, April 28

Singing in the trees
All day the earth a stage
Filled with soloists

2016, April 27

Rain outside, footsteps
On linoleum in a
Deserted hallway

2016, April 26

Empty baseball field
Rush of wind in cypress trees
A tarp moves like clouds

2016, April 25

Moon, searching floodlight
Sleepless night, transparent dark--
A blanket of ice

2016, April 24

I say I feel like

This song and then the sound's cut--

Instant questioning

2016, April 23

Rain in coffee cup
You are welcome company
This river crossing

2016, April 22

Seated in the black chair
With no lights on, what figure broods
Shadow not moving

2016, April 21

The washing machine
So many clothes, however,
Where are all the socks?

2016, April 20

Bread from inn-keeper
A long night ahead, the moon
Parting at crossroads

2016, April 19

This morning quiet
Town a stage set for later
Only the song-birds

2016, April 18

At the zoo, birds squawk
And fight people over a
Ten dollar hot-dog

2016, April 17

Old baking soda
Playing tricks, clings in lumps
To shock the guests

2016, April 16

Still dark out, the glow
Of city lights is like dawn
Endlessly burning

2016, April 15

Wild mountain lily
Your purple so delicate
For such harsh rocks

2016, April 14

Hippo, does your nose
Itch, with a bird on the crest
Like Napoleon's ship?

2016, April 13

Life is a cage. Heart
On a clock, we justify
The warmth of our blood

2016, April 12

She moved out and I
Was a discarded novel
At times looked back on

April 11, 2016

Riding a bicycle
With the wrong gear ratio:
Planes driving on land

April 10, 2016

Old coffee mug, how
Many lips you've kissed and stayed
On good terms with all

2016, April 9

Long strips of hair in
The bathroom trash, did the fogged
Mirror slip your hand?

2016, April 8th

In halls of stone, light
Blinds smiling. Travelers
Mirror its adieu

2016, April 7

Salmon go upstream
So the North wind blows southward
And the roots give leaves

2016, April 6th

Who but the sea, in her many arms, can share the dying of a bell?

2016, April 5th

The moth asks the door
In a flicker of moonlight
May I have this dance?