all innocents . . .
some faces less livid
than others

twilight dusk —
the bruises of life
less livid

with the sea
the rockpool of friends
from my hands

southern cross —
these arms weighed down
with night

tui —
i hear half
its song

roadkill —
the fly-blown voice
of the unborn

breathstop . . .
a praying mantis
shifts weight

another moon —
still the otherness
of her body

freckle-face
her wrinkling nose becomes
newsworthy

never alone . . .
blanket man paces out
the southern cross

haiku moon —
a morepork recites
to its own

under the moon
her hands cup the gift
of her self

awakening
from such light caress
a peony's folds

gaping wound —
a poem
without the moon

what of it?
cherry blossoms
and the moon

wild honey —
how the clover glows
in her eyes!

keeping still
I deepen my roots
in the void

my footprint
as if it matters
I once am

rising tide
eyes awash with the moon
two by two

my footprint
soled, souled, sold
silting up

no mere
patina of grace;
well-worn aves

a bird cocks its head
at nothing — within this hush
a priest breaks the bread

farflung night
a morepork mantles
a cold egg

farflung stars
darkness mantles me
in its wings

morepork,
keep watch with me
through ancient light

kite flying
I strain beyond
my words

ancient one,
your voice too sounds 
of cicadas

gracing
a patina of grace
a stain marks
the loss

night wind —
the sound of light
on the wick

waxing moon —
my shadow lingers
over hers

a haiku sequence

while doves cry i coo

 

a season word
cuts 'twixt my coming
and my going

 

human nature stages a high coup

 

spell casting
a hokkus pokkus
of words

 

the verbal hiccups of a beat movement

 

close reading a cross-eyed ku

park bench—
yesterday's warmth
old news

overhead
galaxies swamped
in equations

 

step by step
our paths merge together
as water and wine . . .
in these unplanned moments
we sip eternity

cattails Premier Edition - January 2014
Editor's Choice - Tanka