Thursday, December 29, 2016

through hills and valleys
the water flows uninterrupted
until it turns into river--
we drink in the views 
along with traces of metal

Sunday, December 25, 2016

For Ken

so this Christmas
overcast and rainy
I stay close to the fire
holding onto your words
a little longer

Saturday, December 24, 2016

the book discussion opens
with an arranged circle
of mismatched chairs
we get to know each other
by putting on our name tags

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

maybe it's because
the pictures have been taken
off the walls
I'm so shaken by dreams
that I can't remember

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

election day jitters
I watch a cloud
of starlings choose
the sycamore
over the maple

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

I leave the bed
and coffee unmade.
It's 2 am and I'm off
to the hospital driving
with my sun visor down.
feeling taller after 
a good morning stretch
I hunch over my checkbook
shrinking a little more
after each bill

Sunday, October 23, 2016

they met here years ago
installing park equipment
once again
they climb the steep hill 
and rest on bench 19

Thursday, October 13, 2016

hundreds of stories
in those gnarled hands
he works through his pain
by peeling the labels
off pill bottles

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

burying the embers
of an October campfire
there's no debate
Trump's "locker room" talk
is about sexual assault

Friday, October 7, 2016

yellowstone
on a clear day
wildness echoes
in the mountains of bison
crossing the prairie

Sunday, October 2, 2016

From February 1, 2010 to October 25, 2010, I wrote a tanka a day. I fell short of writing 365 tanka due to vision problems which have since been corrected. I will continue to post tanka to my blog but not as frequently as I did in 2010.


Thursday, September 8, 2016

no matter how much it hurt

she felt disconnected 

from the lost clumps of hair

the same way she tried to disconnect

from being raped again