My son asks me to time him, then bolts down the sidewalk and out of sight between two strangers. He returns at top speed, twelve long seconds later.
4 Jan 2013
the binoculars reveal distant waves
crawling slowly across the horizon
5 Jan 2013
Sunlight breaks through the sky over Capitola, surrounding the surfers with a silvery glare. Along the horizon, a thin bright line underscores the massed grey clouds.
6 Jan 2013
The day after
the sky’s pink and orange haze
matches my own
7 Jan 2013
Jupiter shines, a pale yellow beacon, almost directly overhead. In the distance, the sound of freeway traffic, like surf.
along the bike path
and one old
I made a short, clickable Tapestry story out of an old poem I wrote but had never published. I hope you like it.
clear darkening sky
and the sounds
of the neighbor’s party
— a swallow darts
over the treeline
My first contribution to Fiona Robyn’s mindful writing challenge. Happy new year!
trembling on the lip
of the lily
Published in the Fall 2010 issue of Frogpond
inside the tight curl
of the yucca leaf
a wood spider
I’m amazed and honored to see a poem I wrote included in this collection of Canadian tanka. There is even a translation into French (not by me) — a first for me.
from the princess tree
clings to the windshield—
I drive away
looking in the mirror
de l’arbre impérial
s’accroche au pare-brise
en regardant dans le rétroviseur
via 25 Canadian Tanka Poets in French and English : Atlas Poetica.
after the last train a man works the floor polisher alone almost
snow calculus — the slow accumulation
of almost nothing
turning the corner into the sudden warmth of sunlight
in a light rain
a woman pushes a shopping cart, singing “Wish You Were Here”
new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clear
the wool smell
of grandfather’s army coat —
(contributed to the 1,000 Verse Renga Project)
cherry petals lying blown
upon the asphalt–
what have you taught us
except to fall, and fall, and fall?
published in American Tanka #16