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Unfavored by fate / the recalcitrant raccoon / who walked the wrong way. // micropoetry - haiku - haikumages
25 Oct

Unfavored by fate / the recalcitrant raccoon / who walked the wrong way.

Twoku: Not favored by fate / the recalcitrant raccoon / walking the wrong way. — the Haikook —
2019/10/25 at 1:31 pm Leave a comment
Two old cameras / lovingly manufactured / the same year I was. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
12 Oct

Two old cameras / lovingly manufactured / the same year I was.

Twoku: Cameras / manufacture date / same as mine. (3-5-3) Um…and that year of manufacture would be 1961. — the Haikook —
2019/10/12 at 4:38 pm Leave a comment
25 Sep

The autumn spiders / setting traps for smaller prey / entangle humans.

Twoku: The autumn spider / set a trap for smaller prey / but caught a human. — the Haikook —
2019/09/25 at 8:22 pm Leave a comment
02 Sep

A dead friend’s birthday / my phone keeps reminding me / ghost in the machine.

Twoku: Ghosts in the machine / my phone keeps reminding me / birthdays of the dead. Threeku: Despite all my deletions / ghosts in machine remind me / of dead…
2019/09/02 at 9:49 pm Leave a comment
In garden and life / I've learned we must be weeding / continually. // micropoetry - haiku - haikumages
15 Jul

In garden and life / we must be pruning, weeding / continually.

— the Haikook —
2018/07/15 at 11:35 pm 3 Comments
A perimeter stain / where some thing was painted pink / then quickly removed. // micropoetry - haiku - haikumages
14 Jun

A perimeter stain / where something was painted pink / then quickly removed.

— the Haikook —
2018/06/14 at 6:16 pm Leave a comment
Bent birches bowing / bearing the brunt beneath / back-breaking burden. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
08 Mar

Bent birches bowing / bearing the brunt beneath / back-breaking burden.

Variations in a key of “B” alliterations: Twoku: Bent birches bowing / beneath back-breaking burden / of burgeoning snow. Threeku: Bent birches bowing / beneath back-breaking burden / bombogenesis. I…
2018/03/08 at 12:04 pm Leave a comment
14 Sep

Cicada buzzing / in circadian rhythm / his urgent swan song.

Twoku: Night’s lonely singer / September’s last cicada / his buzz-saw love song. — The Haikook —
2017/09/14 at 3:59 pm Leave a comment
Not to be outdone / the other side of the yard / is now in full bloom. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
11 Jun

Not to be outdone / the other side of the yard / is now in full bloom.

— the Haikook —
2017/06/11 at 4:46 pm Leave a comment
14 May

One day’s not enough / to celebrate all they’ve done / but it’s a good start.

Happy Mothers’ Day!! — the Haikook — Save
2017/05/14 at 6:35 pm Leave a comment
When he had the blues / he found solace in painting / now his palette's changed. // micropoetry - haiku - haikumages
13 May

When he had the blues / he found solace in painting / now his palette’s changed.

— the Haikook — Save
2017/05/13 at 10:58 am Leave a comment
Three dusty brushes / left by the happy artist / without need to paint. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
11 May

Three dusty brushes / left by the happy artist / without need to paint.

— the Haikook — Save
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His soul looking down / saw the shell it left behind / finally empty. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
29 Jul

His soul looking down / saw the shell it left behind / finally empty.

My ex-father-in-law, my children’s other grandfather, has died. More accurately, the person, the man, the father, and grandfather we knew and loved, departed some time ago, and the shell he…
2016/07/29 at 5:22 pm Leave a comment
Plants wait for planting / watering can sits idle / in a cold Spring rain. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
06 May

Plants wait for planting / watering can sits idle / cold Spring rain falling.

2016/05/06 at 6:18 pm Leave a comment
NYT - Kabul Afghanistan - 4/19/2016
19 Apr

Unfortunately / so much death, that our heartbreak / is now commonplace.

I wrote this “extra” haiku (senryu, actually) among many written and posted when the last big terrorist mass murder was committed by ISIS. Today, sadly, there was a mass murder…
2016/04/19 at 10:41 am Leave a comment
Hatred, zealotry / provide new places daily / to send all our grief. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
27 Mar

Hatred, zealotry / provide new places daily / to send all our grief.

Today, we grieve for the victims of hate in Lahore, Pakistan. SOURCE: from the NYT article posted on 3/27/2016 at 12:31pm EDT. PHOTO CREDIT: Arif Ali/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images
2016/03/27 at 1:49 pm Leave a comment
The morning paper / unread as eyelids protest / returning to sleep. // micropoetry - haiku - haikumages
27 Mar

The morning paper / unread as eyelids protest / returning to sleep.

2016/03/27 at 10:40 am Leave a comment
19 Feb

Tortured mockingbird / sang that one great song we loved / more than all others.

Twoku: Scout, the little Finch / your mockingbird has been killed / we still hear its song. Threeku: Mocking bird / Scout, the little Finch / died today.  (3-5-3) Fourku:…
2016/02/19 at 12:44 pm Leave a comment
Friendship's potential / stolen from me and others / by the thief of days. // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages
01 Feb

Friendship’s potential / stolen from me and others / by the thief of days.

Twoku: The book of friendship / many chapters unwritten / my co-author died. Threeku: First, last exchanges / with a recent friend, now made / precious by her death. Fourku:…
2016/02/01 at 3:15 pm Leave a comment
The R, I, P keys / faded from typing tribute / to those who have died. // micropoetry - haiku - senryu - haikumages
20 Jan

The R, I, P keys / faded from typing tribute / to those who have died.

After a big week of celebrity performer death–David Bowie, Alan Rickman, and Glenn Frey–it occurred to me that I am sadly typing the letters “RIP” far too often these days,…
2016/01/20 at 9:52 am Leave a comment
The sixty-nine club / gained two great members this week / unfortunately. // RIP Alan Rickman // micropoetry - haiku
14 Jan

The sixty-nine club / gained two great members this week / unfortunately.

Many people have died at age sixty-nine. Today, sadly, it was Alan Rickman, an actor whose art, craft, and “snarlingly withering” voice I greatly enjoyed, now silenced, joining the ranks…
2016/01/14 at 11:44 am Leave a comment