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