Small stones #4-7
My son asks me to time him, then bolts down the sidewalk and out of sight between two strangers. He […]
My son asks me to time him, then bolts down the sidewalk and out of sight between two strangers. He […]
Jupiter shines, a pale yellow beacon, almost directly overhead. In the distance, the sound of freeway traffic, like surf.
I made a short, clickable Tapestry story out of an old poem I wrote but had never published. I hope you like
clear darkening sky and the sounds of the neighbor’s party — a swallow darts over the treeline My first contribution
deep night– after the neighbor stops yelling at her children the mockingbird begins to warble Published in A Handful of
one drop trembling on the lip of the lily Published in the Fall 2010 issue of Frogpond
inside the tight curlof the yucca leafa wood spider haiku published on A Handful of Stones, 19 August 2010
3 floors above the alley where 2 young men examine 1 paycheck a window box of geraniums and a gray
I’m amazed and honored to see a poem I wrote included in this collection of Canadian tanka. There is even