a thousand dollars
for our first time
crumpled wedding dress
bed and breakfast
the other guests don’t need to ask
if we are newlyweds
power outage
we find a way
to warm each other
Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival – Haiku Invitational 2019
Surprised and delighted to have received an Honorable Mention for the United States in the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational 2019
together
at last
cherry blossoms
HSA Haibun Award 2019
Humbled to have received an Honorable Mention in the Haiku Society of America’s Best Unpublished Haibun Award 2019
Unforgiven
Water fades to cool on my neck as I wash away last night, last year, the last ten years. Turning off the faucet, I see the tattoo I’ve forgotten and remember there are places that will never come clean.
rape
I tell her
to pray it away
blackbird…
blackbird sunset
one branch
then another
Modern Haiku 50.3
my breasts…
my breasts
finally feeding someone –
natural burial
pill after pill…
pill after pill
so often
the day moon
revealing
her dead name
trans(formation)
counting pennies
for food
my American Dream
an owl…
an owl
only my children can hear
morning rush
Haiku Society of America’s Members’ Anthology 2019: A Moment’s Longing
gemini moon…
gemini moon
it was never about
the lies
cumming outside the lines
my tongue parting the forest floor
wishing…
wishing
she wasn’t cremated
Mother’s Day
Haiku North America Anthology – 2019
scars…
scars
only my husband can see
Easter Sunday
bound with rope
pastor says the Lord
will tell me when
waiting
and waiting
Judgement Day
godless…
godless…
enough just to see
the sunrise
parting word…
sunset unfurls
over an empty yard
folding
into myself
ocean wave
Akitsu Quarterly – Fall 2019
Leftover Ribbon Now Available
It’s finally here! My first chapbook, Leftover Ribbon, is now available for purchase.
These poems tell my story of becoming and being a mother with the moments of beauty and sorrow it has brought, from birth trauma to bipolar disorder to potty training and sex after kids. It took a year and half for this book to see the light of day and I am ever grateful to Velvet Dusk Publishing for making it a reality. I hope you check it out and enjoy!
his hand…
his hand where
my husband’s should be
office visit
pap smear
if only
I was a boy
birth control denied
domestic abuse
taking the hit
like a girl
preacher’s wife
no choice
but to be a mother
