- 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 . . .
Tag Archives: Family
National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) is in full gear, and, happily, I am joining old friends and new in the effort to produce one haiku per day for the shortest month of the year. This is the fourth year I’ve … Continue reading
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
After the Funeral On the night flight back to Manhattan, I replay our last phone conversation. Hear the slurred speech from his deathbed as he asks if I’ll be coming home soon. The pain in his voice when I try, … Continue reading
Throwback This is my sister’s story. My sister, who carries the genes of our mother’s grandmothers —Miriam and Polly and Mary—in her face, in her arms, legs, feet, hands. My sister, whose skin is red, like a sunset that bleeds … Continue reading
Nothing more remains of the house her father built close—too close—to the tracks. Not the wrap-around-porch where she and her sisters perched like a charm of songbirds. Not the wooden swing hung from the porch ceiling. Or the morning glories … Continue reading
I recently received word that one of my haibun, “Caged Birds,” was awarded an An (Cottage) Award in the 2014 Genjuan International Haibun Contest (Japan). Genjuan is the name of the cottage where, in 1690, Basho lived and wrote some of his most … Continue reading
Each April, Oklahoma poet Ken Hada gathers writers together for three days of readings, camaraderie and celebration of the written and spoken word at East Central University’s Scissortail Creative Writing Festival in Ada, Oklahoma. This was the second year I’ve had the … Continue reading
In tribute to the first new moon of the New Year, and all the loved ones we also may briefly have lost sight of: . . . Camera-in-hand, I stand, watching, waiting, thinking I might capture some long-lost image; that through some magic transformation of … Continue reading
he calls it poignant when I hang ornaments on our front porch . . . looking for company long days after Christmas Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion
squirreling away words for the long winter . . . my sister asks me to remind her of life before dementia Skylark 1:2, Winter 2013