Magnapoets Japanese Form

sports bar

the barmaid

knows the score

(Published in Simply Haiku)

Smoke

It's pitch black out here as we stand on the porch at the back of my house.  The flare of light from his cigarette burns away a bit of the darkness, and I am compelled to ask him, "Why do you smoke so much? Aren't you worried that you're killing yourself?".  Laughing, he tells me that he smokes because he doesn't want anyone else to take credit for his death.

hellfire sermon —
catching the breeze
from a paper fan

previously published in Frogpond XXXI:1

into steaming tea
I release curls
of fresh ginger—
once in a while, my life
borders on exotic

Modern English Tanka, 2007
photo courtesy of Robert Curtis

February wind

wanting to believe

the crocus

(First place, Shiki Kukai, April 2006)

heavy eyelids -

moon and street lights

playing hide-and-seek

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paupières lourdes -

la lune et les réverbères

à cache - cache

church picnic —
a couple slips
into the cornfield

Frogpond Volume XXIX:3 Fall 2006

spring wind

teaching a child

to whistle

(Shiki Kuka, March 2007, and Dust of Summers: The Red Moon Anthology)

talk of sex —
a lime wedge slides
down the bottle's neck

Modern Haiku 39.1

restoration
at Gettysburg---
acres of trees removed
from the old battlefield
so we can remember war

bottle rockets, feb. 2008


     my next home,
     built among lean pines. . .
     thinner
     and thinner the desire
     to make a name for myself   

      tanka splendor, 2007