At my church they price
too high. Refugees, students
leave empty-handed.
Rummage Sale
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Unfaithful
Now I blog somewhere
else. A paid professional,
thousands read my work.
Psych kick
Today it didn’t
happen. But I thought it would.
What does Facade say?
Business as usual
Breakfast meeting. Lunch
meeting. Outside, homeless men
plead, Will work for food.
See sun’s end
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Word whore
I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.
Autumn entourage
Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
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.
a haiku a day 