- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Category Archives: Birds
eagle sighting the passing trucker and I share a thumbs-up The Heron’s Nest XVI:2, June 2014
one strand of Mylar dangling from last year’s nest . . . still we wait for barn swallows to return needing nothing more than that Skylark 3, Spring/Summer 2014
in my handwriting you see an optimist’s slope– the slanted lines taking flight off the page with a fluttering of wings A Hundred Gourds 3.2, March 2014 As spring winds into summer, I find myself being optimistic about many aspects … Continue reading
sparrow’s song I turn to see the baby’s smile A Hundred Gourds, vol. 2, no. 1, December 2012
first day . . . neither partridge nor pear in his hands Frogpond, vol. 35, no. 3, Autumn 2012
ribbon grass . . . the undulating rhythm of birdsong Modern Haiku, 43.3 , Autumn 2012
out of nowhere this dark mood descends before I rise to a flight of swallows see-sawing the sky Ribbons, vol. 8, no. 1, Spring/Summer 2012
first snow cascading through cedar a woodpecker’s call The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIV, no. 2, June 2012
Zen circle the swallows return to last year’s nest A Hundred Gourds, vol. 1, no. 3, June 2012 ‘