Dear Friends,
I have totally neglected this blog for almost four years.
During that time, I published “Purple Ink” with Finishing Line Press. It was previously titled “Claremont.” You can purchase it from the publisher or from me.

Manic Dawn - my new book launches today

3 tanka published in Undertow Tanka Review #5

stars spill                  

over the mountain

I spin in the dark

searching for Orion

in a strange place

starlings twirl                         

above the shopping mall

every year

this ancient flyway

mesmerizes me

            

full moon pops                 

above the roofscape

I chase it 

down dark alleys

camera in hand

4 more poems from Cleremont: A Childhood In Tanka

merlin                                   

stars shimmering on

his purple robe

I love the runic picture

in that antique book

          Published in Undertow Tanka Review

kids don’t care                      

five steps ahead of me

on bikes

roller skates double dutch

I crash and skin my knees

           Published in Bright Stars #5

Victor Polumbo                         

hides matches in his shoes

braggs about burning

a whole vacant lot

he haunts my dreams

           Published in Bright Stars #5

I run wild                                 

in the cemetery

playing

with my ghost friends

mother calls me “morbid”

              Published in Bright Stars #7

Some Haiku

Some haiku for International Haiku Poetry Day

my hands
scented with oregano
church bells

                 Frog Pond Winter 2013

glass clouds floating in
the heron blue skyscraper
stands on one leg
                  Lexington Haiku Contest - Second Prize

from "Cleremont: A Childhood in Tanka" - published in "Bright Stars" #4

before we                             

knew what sin was

we stole

a bunch of marigolds

sold them on the street

nose pressed                    

into purple irises

tall as I

inhaling sweetness

among the angry bees

Cleremont - pages 6-8 - published in Undertow Tanka Review #5

6

scratchy -  the warp               

of that rose covered rug

on my knees

watching my child reflection

dark in the glass door

7

one night                                   

I am three years old

a magic carpet

sweeps me from my crib

carries me on dark journeys

8

I sit cross legged                       

on that little carpet

flying around

the midnight house

Queen of Shadows

From Cleremont, A Memoir in Tanka - 5 tanka published in Undertow: Winter 2015 and Bright Stars #7

Cleremont

1

psychedelic deep                     

memories of childhood

dream shrouded

startled by huge dark wings

pen dipped in black ink

2

white box houses

row on row of square blocks

street after street

chalk on the sidewalks

kids walk to school

3

Cleremont Avenue                 

where nothing ever happens

under maple trees

my father plants roses

because he loves red

4

Cleremont Avenue                    

enveloped in a tree cloud 

wrapped in tacky boredom

one house like a castle

across the concrete street 

5

we play in the attic             

of the gingerbread castle

hiding in closets

never knowing where

the crooked man lurks

published in The Bamboo Hut Press

in April

I'm just a hobo

first white butterfly

second prize - Lexington Haiku Contest published on Under Main website.

glass clouds floating in

the heron blue skyscraper

stands on one leg

two tanka published in Atlas Poetica #20

her strong hands

on the potters’ wheel

creating love

red ochre sienna

from the fires of earth

she weaves

constellations

in indigo

meditation of

warp and weft

Atlas Poetica # 20

cold night

we crash through leaf piles

someone

practicing scales

on a midnight sax

old men stalk

the neon boardwalk

curvy girls

on picture post cards

cotton candy dark

dipped a brush

into the light rainbow

painted stars

all over the street

clouds on every window

Haiga published in hedgerow journal of small poems online

Haiga published in hedgerow a journal of small poems online

Aubade For My Father - Published in Kentucky Review 2014

Aubade For My Father             

you rise in sepia

like sun through empty trees

sycamore ghost

gold words scroll across your aura

I hear them through the camera of your eyes

leather and roses - stained glass and ink

poet who never read poetry

who taught me how to see

the vanishing luminous muse

I echo you back from

borders of namelessness singing

your name in my sleep

when you return

trailing mists of morning

I will know that you are still

a watcher of the dawn

My poetry collection published by Finishing Line Press

from my chapbook, Journeys : Getting Lost

obsessed 

with sky I wander

this road winds 

up the mountain 

my weed green hut

Moonbathing Tanka Journal Spring 2014

Moonbathing summer 2014 

Edited by Pamela Babusci

green elixir

mother’s “nerve medicine”

in a bottle

on the top kitchen shelf,

was it really my fault?