
I feel the full moon pull Longing for you Aches of the heart Muscles that no…

Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and…

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by…

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather…

The photograph by Jessica Sartini of two crows inspired this poem and another I will publish…

Empty park Pigeons chattering What do they say? Are they concerned it’s empty Or do they…

I was reading “The Portable Jack Kerouac” and stumbled upon his “western haikus” (he kept to…

An empty sadness filled the train station Maybe the gray clouds filled their souls With a…

I bow to the divine in you I bow to the spirit in you. To the…