Haiku – other animals

up and down hills like rustic bread we keep the elixir safe

(First published in Bones.)

of course this you is a piece of black paper

(First published in Bones.)

red the dog barks at sunset clouds but not forever

(First published in Under the Basho.)

I can make myself anything but this octopus escape

(First published in Bones.)

depending on the red chair on the porch the downpour

(First published in Modern Haiku.)

the way the night gloveless treats this body full of holes

(First published in Under the Basho.)

our breath confines four geese to a field covered in ice

(First published in Heliosparrow.)

scratching at an image an inch beneath the ice of my chest

(First published in Heliosparrow.)

Who I’ve Been Reading

Ada Rae Merwin
T. S. Coleman
Allen Louise Eliot
Edna Limón
Geoffrey D. Graham
Anne Glück
John Kalytiak Davis
Emily Gay
Joshua Sexton Cummings
Jorie Whitman
Gertrude Stein
John Armantrout
William Aimee Wordsworth
Tracy K Marvel
E. E. Ashbery
Wanda Joy Ginsburg
Kimiko Bennett
W. S. Dickinson
John Rich Smith
Ross Berryman
Andrew Keats
Walt Nezhukumatathil
H. Harjo Hahn
Adrienne Chaucer
Olena St. Vincent Millay

slow syrup in my sternum sweetens the lost leaves’ silver session

(First published in Under the Basho.)