Dirt under our nails
Firework-filled adventuring
Sweepy drums, slow strings
This Haiku: Still Suspended
Dare Us
Hey Galaxy
Give up your best tragic smile
From out of the dark look us square in the eyes
Like it’s the first time
Like it’s the last time
Kick out your knee and with one hand in your hair, use the other to calm down your thigh
Tell us you’re leaving
Part your lips and dare us to come with
This Haiku: The Ol’ Boy and Spring
This Haiku: Urban’s Legend
Warm Front
Mere meters from me
A lone lighthouse
Must stand -it must
The fog its job to daze me
I close my eyes and long-last see
Standing there solitary
But tall
Sending out three calls
Hoping high
The no-longer-lost craft will yield
And find her port
What to believe in this fog
This Haiku: Someone Should Ask
Linger Winter
And it’s then
That I’m forced
To ask myself
Of what consequence is it to me
That winter wishes to linger
While elsewhere bares its shoulders
As I consider whether to be pained
By pinstripes wider than these
Or the loss of the starboard side’s oar
I recall
The daffodils that dance each morning
The strong Challenger on the horizon
The Saturday swims with a mermaid
Elsewhere, bare your shoulders






