Word whore

I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.

About October 10th

I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.

Autumn entourage

Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.

Tomorrow

Opportunity
is knocking. Finally, I
will open the door.

Unresolved

Today we act as
if nothing happened. Over
night a cold front passed.

Pride goeth

My new business cards,
bearing my new title, all
printed with typos.

Wabi-sabi

To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.

Essential

The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.

Haiku journal

Nit-picking each and
every syllable my mind
focused on detail.

Unseasonable

mother nature’s miss
taken october for jewel
eye’s endless summer.