Haiku, Senryu & Other Shorts

the one
that got away–
dicey at best

–January 26, 2019

Lead me to your
meadow, green.

I’ll wander
nowhere else.

–January 6, 2019

breadcrumb

              breadcrum b
b                                               b
b-readc-rum-b
                                   bread

cr

                           um

             b

Sure, you’re on your path
but, birds and witches
gotta eat, too.

–December 22, 2018

I wish I could float
through the dark streets alone

no one beside me no one
in the back

–December 1, 2018

the taste lingering
in the back of your mouth
burnt sugar

–November 17, 2018

Let us live to 95
and let the webs

we weave
go on forever.

–November 12, 2018

You floating through the air
like e e cummings’
typesetter

–November 5, 2018

okay corral–
the sound of cattle
rustling in the distance

–November 5, 2018

across the table–
would you be
an absolute angel

–November 5, 2018

He went and got
a good razor

to kill me with.
Sharp, the handle

fit his hand.

–October 29, 2018

The floor of the ocean
is covered in lengths of rope
with knots in the middle
no one could untie.

–October 27, 2018

I’d rather hear my story
as my sister tells it

when she tells it
to the people

to the people
gathered there.

–October 23, 2018

For Halloween
she went

as the color
blue. Not a

fall color, not
a fall color

at all.

–October 23, 2018

And I’m lost
to Indiana.

Lost to the plains
however far

they stretch.
I’m lost to the country.

–October 20, 2018