Friday, December 12, 2014

a gentle breeze
spreads a dandelion faerie
far and wide
love is
as simple as that

Monday, December 08, 2014

sun halos
mom says
she doesn't know much
about anything

Friday, November 28, 2014

black friday
just another day
in the forest

Friday, November 07, 2014

november sunrise
silently inches its way
across the yard
unfolding the morning
one ray at a time

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

making lemonade
out of a lemon
blood moon

Sunday, September 21, 2014

is in the air
and all over
my deck

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

hot august night
after a super sunset
a super moon

Friday, July 11, 2014

Poets on Site Prompt - what's in the wind

summer 1974
in the middle of the desert
buying an Indian trinket..
a chill runs through our bodies
as the wind howls its haunted past

Friday, June 20, 2014

the deafening silence
beyond the shore

Monday, May 26, 2014

It was a holiday, we were at the cabin enjoying morning walks, fresh air, the serene magnificence of the oaks, the blue jays, life...and then the phone rang.

memorial day
it's been five years
since you passed
still, I find it so hard
to move that mountain

Thank you for serving in the Air Force, Dad.  Your eight kids miss you.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

first Spring gust
from out of nowhere
a haiku

Thursday, February 06, 2014

NaHaiWriMo prompt - bump

Finally, a bit of winter has arrived in Southern California, hurried cars, auto wars, frustrated drivers forgetting the trickery, the slickery of roads, all going home at the same time, the same pace, the same rat race, fighting the sleep in a heap of wet smog, dodging a Beemer who wants to be first, is the worst, all getting there in due time, eventually, but with this rhyme we are all the same, as we drive home together in the rain.

first rain
bumper to bumper
all the way home

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Small Stone - Jan 31

The fog rolls in, gently over parched hills, fading the green from the pines, changing browns into grays, turning the familiar scenery into an unknown land, yet adventurous, wanting nothing but the freedom to roam and play out its part, in the uncertainty and inevitable ways of the forest.

withering wind
again mom calls me

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Small Stone  -  Jan 28

It still hasn't rained in this area yet.  A few sprinkles last weekend that evaporated so fast they couldn't be measured.  These past few days the sky has filled with plenty of clouds that look promising but seemingly scatter and dissolve into the sunset, adding one more day without rain.

empty dreams..
painting pink dragons

Monday, January 27, 2014

Small Stone  -  Jan 27

I went to see an elderly friend in the hospital today.  She was in a deep medicated sleep, breathing heavy, eyes silent and unaware, hands and arms bruised from all the care she was given in the ICU; remnants of a survivor of a massive heart attack.  I wondered if she knew I was there?  I couldn't wake her, no one could wake her.  Just held her hand and told her that I loved her and wished her well so we could play cards again...her favourite thing.  She didn't stir until I got up to leave.  Again, I held her hand, told her I loved her and would come visit in a few days.  With eyes still closed, she gave back the faintest, most lovely smile.

winter ocean
pulling at the sun
pulling at my heart

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Small Stone - Jan 13

midwinter drought
so much orange
in today's sunset

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Small Stone - Jan 11

Today, yes even on Sunday, I got a phone call from an obviously scumbag Telemarketer who asked for my stepfather by his full formal name.  He said he talked to my stepdad a few months ago about remodeling the kitchen and was following up to see if he was going to honour the contract by putting a deposit down.  I listened to his spiel about how easy it would be over the phone to use a credit card, and waited until he stopped talking and then said, "I don't know about the arrangements you’ve made with my dad but I can try to forward the message to him if you would like and he can take care of it?  The silly Telemarketer said, “I would appreciate that, Miss.  So I said, “It might take a while to get a hold of him though because he died eight years ago and I don’t exactly know where he’s at."

He hung up.

blowfish for sale
every day of the week but
never on sunday

Wednesday, January 01, 2014


new year's day
again the resolutions
I made last year