Category: Poetry
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The Lake in Winter (A Haiku)
Chilly northern winds Stir the crystal-clear waters. Gray clouds crowd the sky.
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Goin’ Home…from Winn Dixie – Winter 2013 (A Haiku)
Sunny, windy day Avenue teeming with traffic The cart’s wheels rattle.
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The Normal and the Crazy: America in 2023 (A Haiku)
Oh, land divided Between the “crazy” and “sane”! Do not choose “crazy.”
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A Haiku for Sandy
Bright-eyed, loyal friend White-grey fur, cold-nose, love Melts this human’s heart
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Tapestry of Memories: A Haiku
Tugging the loose threads On life’s complex, rich tapestry Revives old sorrows
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School, 1972: Haiku #2
For Cheryl T…Wherever She May Be Winter’s chill comes now Pink wool sweater warms your skin Teardrops fall like leaves
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On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’
I rarely write poetry. I am, first and foremost, a writer of prose, with a side dish of screenwriting added for good measure. Poetry is a genre that I don’t tackle much because I always feel like, “Nah. This is drivel. It doesn’t sing.” In today’s parlance, poetry, my friend, is not in my comfort…
A Certain Point of View, Too 