if you're bored, you're not paying attention
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.… Read the rest
Jupiter shines, a pale yellow beacon, almost directly overhead. In the distance, the sound of freeway traffic, like surf.… Read the rest
scattered gravel
along the bike path
and one old
champagne cork… Read the rest
I made a short, clickable Tapestry story out of an old poem I wrote but had never published. I hope you like it.… Read the rest
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!… Read the rest
one drop
trembling on the lip
of the lily
Published in the Fall 2010 issue of Frogpond… Read the rest
inside the tight curl
of the yucca leaf
a wood spider
3 floors
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.
one petal
from the princess tree
clings to the windshield—
I drive away
looking in the mirrorun pétale
de l’arbre impérial
s’accroche au pare-brise
je démarre
en regardant dans le rétroviseur
via 25 Canadian Tanka Poets in French and English : Atlas Poetica.… Read the rest
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