1 haiku/1 tanka/illusion

Run before sunrise
No neighbors, no illusion
Cultivated calm

Farmer’s market prize
Get there early or they’re gone
Black and purple gifts
Seedy, juicy illusion
Summer will last forever



Typing Class, 1979

No mistakes,
40 wpm got you an A
and was arbitrarily deemed the proper speed
for successful completion of term papers.

Reliably compliant,
the A was bestowed
and was arbitrarily deemed the proper grade
for successful completion of life.

It’s the misctakes giving me trouble.



Three Little Spots

There are three little dots,
little dirty spots,
that are on the window
I sit near to watch the birds.

I cleaned the inside.
The three spots remained.

I cleaned the outside.
The three spots remained.

The three spots
are inside the glass,
stubbornly inaccessible.

We can replace the window,
my husband said.

No, the dirt is on the inside.
A good reminder.





Wish I was my cat
Afternoon oligarch of
Brown couch obstruction
Like the Russians say to Trump
Let’s do kibble and a nap


Strawberry season
Sweet soul filling gift of May
Scarlet ambrosia
Spring preserved in eight ounce jars
Sticky sunshine and sugar

Final product



Maze/1 Haiku

Morning glory pot
Maze of skinny green tendrils
Growing summer blooms


Pink Poems/3 Forms

Pink feathered flamingos
Flamboyant flocks of
Freakishly flexible figures
Furnishing fortunes of the fringe

Buoyant, drifting gem
Slipping, rising from the mud
Pink lotus flower

Barbies dressed in pink
Strawberry shortcake with cream
Dreams of little girls
Discovering their freedom
Uniform red, white and blue



The Sky is Fading

Is it me or
are the stars getting harder to see?

Is Orion retiring?
Ready for social security and a pension.
From who?
NASA?  God?

What of Cassiopeia, already upside down?
Has the vain queen tired of watching a
narcissist turn the world

Where is Ursa Major?
Hibernating?  Angry from
prowling the heavens, looking at us
fertilize, pesticize, plasticize.

When will Cygnus return?
Giving up immortality
who, now, would pursue
unselfishness, loyalty, generosity?

Why is Columba not with the Argonauts?
Looking for peace?  Sent to find a
land of harmony and tolerance?

If our sky is fading,
what of us?




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All the Talkers

“You need to be a better communicator.”
Not tried.
Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms is not the best action, though it certainly seems to communicate.

Had lunch with 20 women.
Memphis Women’s March in January.
The woman across from me talked while
we walked to the march,
talked during the march,
talked through lunch.
The woman across from me

“You don’t say very much, do you?”
She talked some more.
Was going to answer something
about someone has to listen.
She kept on talking.

Someone has to listen.

Someone has to listen.