Most of my
haiku are written from personal experiences from childhood
to present. I often write about my art, relationships, the
weather, and difficult times in my life. I am inspired by
the haiku of Raymond Roseliep, Masajo Suzuki, and Alexis Rotella.
I'd like to dedicate this collection to my grandfather, "Opi",
who has influenced so many aspects of my life.
between the tree stumps
violets grow wild
the old willow
offers shade
as I pick clovers
napkin doodles
hearts with arrows
all crossed out
heat spilt
into a letter
I will never send
perfect dinner
conversation . . .
no one listens
chapped lips scrapping the windshield
of my Mitsubushi
night time tea
I lose myself
in Grandmother's afghan
home again—
chamomile tea
every morning
mustard and onions
on my cheese dog
on my t-shirt
seated on his knee
singing a song
in a foreign tongue
light March rain
it contiues
clenched teeth
flames ablaze
behind brick walls
the smell of salt
spinning fast
between my fingers
a vase takes shape
brown paper groceries
obstruct my view—
smell of lilies
last minute groceries
admiring red roses
as she waits in line
pale purple moon
a gentle smile
from underneath the waves
