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.

Transformed

Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.

Midnight

Home from the party
they’re luminous like fireflies
settling down to sleep.

The director at 17

Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.

Last time

Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.

JH’s birthday party

With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.

Garage sale 2

They never read much.
When offered ten bucks for all
their books, they sold out.

Can’t sleep 2

Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.

Devolved

Dissolution is
the caterpillar’s abased
path to butterfly.