Yellow Trumpet Vine [Haiku]

yellow flowers
face the four directions,
as if true trumpets

Hawk Fight [Haiku]

hawk dogfight -
the chased twists in midair,
going talons up

In the Dark [Tanka]

the sun is down
and the power is out
[fade to black]
my view becomes naught
my thoughts, anything but

The Metaphorical Path [Tanka]

the trail curves.
what's around the bend?
i don't know -
it's a better 
metaphor than a route

A Silence Felt [Tanka]

winter forest;
the dead silence
makes itself known
as a vague feeling
of untethered angst

Condor [Haiku]

the condor soars
above the canyon rim;
its back glows gold

Curious Dog [Haiku]

a sun-warmed dog,
freshly fed & curious,
readies to inspect

Purposeful Pauper [Free Verse]

a discard pile of lifelines
- money & pseudo-money
- technologies & redundancies

some donated,
some burnt,
&
some left 
to be found 
by the
willing & the grateful

he walked with
a cloak,
a staff,
a satchel,
& a bowl

he walked
until 
it hurt
&
kept walking 
until
his prided died

then took
what was given
&
lived without
what wasn't

everything beyond
food,
water,
&
air
became a burden

while finding
food,
water,
space,
&
the means of
cleanliness
became the sum
of all endeavors

the terror-bliss barrier
took time to break down,
but when it did...

how free he was 

Chinese Minotaur [Senryū]

mythical beasts
with pointy weapons
don't like contact

The Temple Yard [Haibun]

At dusk, the temple yard is silent. A twiggy tree twists and leans, shading no one but seemingly stretching toward something unknown. Nothing can be heard, save the buzz of low-flying insects when they get too near. 

Then someone clangs the brass bell -- just one sharp snap of the bell tongue. But the tone hangs in the night air, piercing something unseen.


temple yard at dusk,
the silence is broken
by the brass bell