Sunlight Ascending 

As sunlight climbs through the trees
Silently caressing my home
Shadows upon my window’s shades
Transform like living Rorschachs
Into distinct leaves, memories
Of the moment that’s fading


How We View Women: A Tanka

How we view women
We revere virginity
Sacred and profane
Beauty, yet also tainted
Our confusion is quite deep


It Feels Just Like Starting Over

What a delightful idea. I look forward to taking part.

Put Words Together. Make Meaning.


It’s been a while, readers. It’s almost 2018, and I haven’t posted in over a year here. Which I miss. And I’m hoping you’re still there.

If you are, then stick around for what I hope you will consider good news. Many writers like myself found their first poetry communities online. By reading posts like this one and participating in forums (like ReadWritePoem), we built relationships and learned from one another. Since I do not have an MFA and have been primarily an autodidact when it comes to poetry, this was very important for me.  And, although I now use social media to connect with a large literary community, many of us have been mourning (for lack of a better word), the opportunity to have access to each other’s extended thoughts on the writing life and poetry in general.

So, sparked by a Twitter…

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Alarm Clocks: A Haiku

Just ten minutes more

As the clock keeps beckoning

The demands of life


Memories of a fading Seattle

Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness

Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.


To seek greatness as a poet

I love poetry
I seek to achieve greatness
First: to define that 

The more I study poetry, the more I see the idea of “greatness” is illusive. A slippery dream, laughing as l try to grab hold. I see that it’s a personal journey, connecting to my deepest within. 


Zen’s Essence 

This is my challenge
Stare inwards free of judgement
Embrace compassion


The dream fades

Upon the
Summer breeze
Now an echo
Of a forgotten


Daily Haiku: Awoke By My Fears

Awoke by my fears
Not an unusual thing
Though I’ve grown weary 

I’ve long hated my mind’s tendency to torment me late at night. Bringing up ancient mistakes, dragging forth unlikely scenarios, so many ways my mind finds to attack my tranquility.