- 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: Winter
leaning on his cane he looks like a character out of Bashō . . . weighed down at end of day by the weight of his shadow –for Larry red lights 11:1, January 2015 Some of you might know that my husband, … Continue reading
squirreling away words for the long winter . . . my sister asks me to remind her of life before dementia Skylark 1:2, Winter 2013
reading Shakespeare I try to teach my students metaphor . . . shaken by the music of bare ruined choirs Skylark 1:2, Winter 2013
forced paperwhites on a sill in my kitchen this winter I find myself searching more closely for miracles Moonbathing, Issue 7, Autumn/Winter 2012-2013 I just received the newest copy of Pamela A. Babusci’s Moonbathing: A Journal of Women’s Tanka. Thank … Continue reading
The Gathering It starts like this. The guests begin to gather. The gathering grows into a circle of well-wishers. Friends and strangers. Meeting. Greeting. One question leading to another. And another, as small talk swells into more small talk. After … Continue reading
snowfall . . . the steady rhythm of his pulse 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
anticipation painting my winter toes red A Hundred Gourds, vol.1, no. 3, June 2012
Rick Daddario’s September 14 “30 Days of Haiga” prompt, “a band of stars,” inspired me to create a haiga from a picture I took of the winter wonderland display of lights at Garvan Gardens in Hot Springs, AR.