floor-to-grass
relocation program—
“palmetto bug”
/ / /
11 September 2023
Charlottesville VA
Category: Haiku
dawn breaks:
night bugs
still singing
/ / /
10 September 2023
State College PA
fighting
the box fan—
loud cricket
/ / /
31 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
old pond
old frog
waiting
/ / /
30 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
awaiting the summer rain:
a stick shaped
like a bird’s foot
/ / /
28 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
a spider probes
the dishtowel
doesn’t offer to dry
/ / /
27 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
Morning Haiku
Jack’s cat,
gone—
then back!
standoff—
spider on the wall
above my bed
tinkling bells:
dog walkers
pass my bedroom window
bedroom clothesline—
morning breeze
dries my shirts
/ / /
20 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
missing from
my bookshelf—
last night’s spider
/ / /
15 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
all these towns
have turned their backs
Northeast Regional
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12 August 2023
outside Manassas VA
she moved to St. Louis —
I startle a dove
as I open the door
/ / /
11 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
the endless rolling
of plastic
neighbor’s weed wacker
/ / /
10 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
Three For Quincy
first night: scared
behind my bedroom door
as you prowl the downstairs
*
those two German shepherds
came into the yard
left yelping minutes later
*
photo: me on the porch
big glasses, wind-blown hair
arm around you
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8 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 18 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
Leave a CommentI got into Star Trek
but he was already gone
claimed by age & the ocean
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7 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 17 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
Leave a Commentanother normal family
on vacation / behind the boys
a sperm whale’s skeleton
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6 August 2023
Shenandoah National Park
This is poem 15 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.