may day —
a distress of leaves
labours on
prayer flags
the wind takes up
while words falter
red leaves
now just the dark wine
of peace
offered up
quiet as a comet
her breath cloud
a child racing
the moon
the moon tonight —
light's  reiteration
of the incomplete
spring rain
sound plip plopping
from the eaves
between stars
loneliness takes on
darker tones
tone poem —
autumn rattles
into a mosaic
look at this!
the one I am
in sleep
roadside diner
bluebottles flash
briefly blue
skimming stone . . .
identity theft
in the air
mother's day —
forest mist stretches
beyond the smog
mist-mired moon
another haiku
backspaced over
deep autumn:
clear water wells up
through darkness
dawn coolness . . .
first words air-brushing
the breath of god
leaf-loud breeze
in the otherness
of light
autumn funk
I don't want his damn'd mower
grandfather clock!
what on earth
keeps it ticking?
pissed on
the last food trail
of some ants
to a drama 
without words
without light
let there be
nothing but
pft! spring!
I gorge myself
on cherries
back-chatter —
time to go jump
in the lake
muzak oozes into
the marble
yesterday's issnues . . .
onan disseminating
Dad: 11 May 1914 - 7 March 1991
Mum: 16 April 1920 - 27 July 2009
here to there --
filling the dashes
with my self



late prayer —
ink blot clouds astride
the white

chance of words in nocturnal reverie

with wide eyes
words as spare as
cave paintings
evening waves —
I remember her touch
silent as a comet

keeping in touch our mitochondrial Eve

alone at last at a dead stop .

head shot
my personal pronouns
shedding capitals
look to the clouds!
there is an earthquake
in the air
Not really a haiku, more a presentiment I had for the coming week.
When Pentecost day came round
within fire
the tongue-tied voice
of the pine

first frost . . .
whiteness clings on
in the shade


set horizontal the s....u....n stretches out along one line

first frost . . .
rigor mortis creeps
along the lawn
by moonlight
the landscape the woman