November 8th, 2012

schadenfreude the darkest dark chocolate

[Modern Haiku 43.3, Autumn 2012]

Art in Small Doses

October 25th, 2012

Art in Small Doses
(A few hours at the MIA)

first snow
($h*+!) where
is my ice scraper

inverted starfield
the doctor says
it’s only mastitis

another argument
about women’s rights
bruised pears

museum guard
can’t stop
our thoughts

in a groove
I thought
that was how
the song went


[and also]


Tanka from GUSTS No. 16

October 12th, 2012

as she learned to walk
as she learned
to walk away


the clack clack clack
of stones on the shore
how we are shaped
by the world
we shape

Mackerel Sky: A Silly Riff

October 9th, 2012

I don’t know why, but I’m tired of “mackerel sky” haiku. So just for fun I decided to do a little send-up. I invite you to play along, too. Give that fish a little poke and see what happens.

mackerel sky
it looks like
a fish

mackerel sky
the editor hires
a hitwoman

mackerel sky
two stones’ throws
of hip hop

mackerel sky
this couldn’t happen
in anime

mackerel sky
ripping off
her bodice

mackerel sky
how to riff
off chicken scratch

mackerel sky
insert cliché

mackerel sky
and cheese

pink clover

September 24th, 2012

5poem WOTW is “subvert”

September 24th, 2012

Word of the week for September 24-30 is “subvert.” Write a tanka or other five-line poem using “subvert,” tag it #5poem, and tweet it.

5poem WOTW is “crunch”

September 17th, 2012

Word of the week for September 17-23 is “crunch.” Write a tanka or other five-line poem using “crunch,” tag it #5poem, and tweet it.

Haiku from Black & BLUE, Issue One

September 12th, 2012

the storm’s darkness and then your eyes


the x
of y
you no longer z


the sound
of a mother cleaning


the thing I told my daughter not to do, I do


[Thanks to Black & BLUE for including my work in their inaugural issue!]

5poem WOTW is “root”

September 10th, 2012

Word of the week for September 10-16 is “root.” Write a tanka or other five-line poem using “root,” tag it #5poem, and tweet it.

How the Fence Divides

September 9th, 2012

How the Fence Divides
A responsive haiku sequence by Sabah and Christina Nguyen

he, commandant;
when he deftly navigate
a blackwomansail

mercy how shame is buried deep in liquid earth 

steel fence speaks separation
fractured sunlight her smile

barbed wire
the cuts
in my breath

aimless sound
scandal of our cousins

floating, floating
on needles
in the clouds

i found me
put away in an old chest
london evening

the blink
of a fawn’s eyelash
in the fog

depression sung through
a paintbrush mackerel skies

where the edge of the universe

fingers of the wind
light lullaby while washing

as the skiff
fills with sky

old yacht • winds of the east • brush against we

plein air
the sweep of a hand

symphonic breath • my study time • disrupted

spilled confetti
a confession
under fireworks

eye lash
slight rip in her

the creak
of an open door…
gone fishing

child seething afternoon
sky breaks

with heels
dug in

faction of rain
mount etna heaves and
pants in labor

how the fence
divides that haves
and have nots

balcony of thought
her arrogance festooned
like lanterns

the music beneath the harlequin mask

how we sing ‘neath crushed bones

white sails
against blue

cypress prayers
bended evenings

in sparse sunlight
his rough hands

we speak over
fences and skies
dead leaves