In our living room is a large double window. The children often sit in front of it in the afternoon and play or read. After leaving my faith, I’ve only seen myself as brain and bones. Yet, when I watch them gleam in the sunlight I wonder if there may yet still be more.


anointing oil
the soft drip
of dew


Haibun Today – Volume 12, Number 2, June 2018

Good Enough

I begin to question whether I need organic water too.


playground stares
my daughter’s unkempt hair
flying free


Akitsu Quarterly – Summer 2018

Worth It/The Kindness of Strangers

Delighted to have two haibun in the inaugural issue of
bonsai: a journal of haiku & other small poems!


Worth It

Upon seeing her newborn photo, my eldest asks,

“Was I little?”


“Am I still little?”


warm embrace
the years she’s soaked

into me


The Kindness of Strangers

“She’s learning to talk isn’t she?”

A kind middle age women smiles at my child who’s saying hi to every customer in the coffee shop. Too often I’m swept up in the minutia of protecting, teaching, and caring for my young. When I can remove myself from the moment and see the bigger canvas that I’m painting, I see how stunning it is.

warm muffins
how my hand slips
around the mug


Pleased to be among the pages of the first edition of ephemerae (Volume 1, A – April 2018)!


sabbath day
the click clack of blocks
built and rebuilt



on an Arizona highway

my sister holds the phone
to your ear

i know i’ll never hear you,
feel you, smell you again
but I still beg for forgiveness



Hand in Hand

I’m eating lunch in the locker room. Again. Not even the teachers notice. My grades are good but not good enough. I’m not thin enough to be a ballerina. Not comfortable enough with creativity. Never attempted a sport.


white noise
the disappearing sound
of dreams


15 years later, my daughters and I are crawling around on the carpet. “Rroarr!” We are dinosaurs again. Soon we will be explorers searching for jungle animals. Maybe later we’ll play hide and seek or game of chase. Paint sticks, googly eyes and buttons will all make their way into the mix. Then books, snuggles, and tickle fights. All day we will sing and dance until there is no more contentment left to create.


a heartbeat away
the love I have
yet to have

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