sunlit fence~ each nail head a tiny sun #haiku

I think this an important point. The shutdown was hurting millions of people. In a normal political world, the party in power would first, not want that, and second, care about being blamed for it, which is leverage for negotiation. Neither applies here.

I know I'm swimming against the stream here, but Republicans were never going to vote to extend Obamacare subsidies. Never. And I say that as someone whose family will be paying $12K more in healthcare premiums next year. They don't give a shit. But they own this now. And the voters know it.

against this darkness millions of tiny stars rain in windowlight

almost sunset a gray cloud shows its golden lining #haiku

I want to walk with you and the ghosts of what we could have been

the moon broke into my house last night walking from room to room while I listened to your breathing and the silver footsteps of the moon

full moon~ a cat crosses the old churchyard #haiku

winter oranges ghosts of forgotten summers rising from my hands

Our busy, 20-year-old college student reached out to ask if we could drive him to our polling station so he could vote yes on three local tax levies. Genuinely prouder of this than if he'd gotten perfect grades.

the press of the wood against my back— I think of Odysseus tied to his mast but all I hear is peace

gap in the thorn hedge the blue of a storm cloud ripens into sloes

the other side of a skylark's song this broken world #dailyhaikuprompt #larkspur

The Canadian goose is my nominee for #underrated #BirdOfTheDay. Ubiqitous, sure. A little annoying—at times. But if Mary Oliver writes an immortal poem about you, I'm going to listen to what you have to say.

in the whole of the universe your pale blue eyes

glimpsing the buck a muddy barnyard carried on the wind #haiku #haikusaturday

low sun~ a pear glows in the grass #haiku

November raises her hood and waits decay is the dance card she holds in her hand

all down the thorn hedge tracing the curve of the wind the arc of a finch

you know that you'll miss it but it seems so far away and then one day you're living in someday and oh, what a trickster— time --- Happy Halloween! This one's from 2012 (Obama signs!). I loved taking our kids trick-or-treating. I hope all of you with little ones have a wonderful time tonight!

autumn fog~ someone far whistling #haiku

built as a wall to enclose or exclude it brings in the whole wild sea #5lines

persimmons under snow~ silent village #haiku

a curtain of rain all day and night it opens and shuts my ears look out

half of the moon’s face shines from our sunken footprints across the low field

spring sunset I uproot a tiny pine from the tulip bed #haiku #haiga

caring far less than i should winter’s withered field #haikufeels #wither

"Imagine for a moment . . . " the article warns and I do—I imagine everything that could go wrong. But right now it's morning in autumn where sunshine stings your hooded eyes and opens up your veins. Imagine, for a moment, that you are happy in your pain.

I want to live in a world that creates more Emma Thompsons, not in a world that does everything for me.

I'm going to bed thinking about the songs of whales and if their lonely voices call to the moon, pulling tides and dreams across my bed.

Sometimes you stumble upon a writer, new to yourself, whose work you inhale like wildflowers. Niall Williams has been that writer for me this year.

a slack-jawed palette watching its master work #Birdoftheday

the comfort of rain all last summer’s dry footpaths springing underfoot

I keep searching for a big idea when all around me these thousands of leaves

autumn meadow~ a doe lifts her head to a falling leaf #haiku

measuring the breeze between porch swings #haiku #haynaku #DailyHaikuPrompt (swing)

insisting on sunshine this day turns molten flowing between golden leaves half shed, considering the fall adrift for a moment between then and what will be satisfied with summers endeavors and the perfect knowledge of winter's deep sorrow

Last night dreaming your dream while you dreamed mine... Who was the woman on the white widow's walk? I felt the ache of a longing long untapped. She waved to the boat that beckoned at my back then disappeared into the mists of memory and loss.

sweetness sweeps the ash from my eye there is something within me forged from the sun

autumn sunshine~ skin and sweater both soft, both warm #haiku

cold wind and wrensong a grey hank of badger hair caught in the barbed wire

“oh so you think the east wing being demolished is worse than-“ it’s a synecdoche, man. a visual metaphor. there’s a reason the aliens in Independence Day don’t aim a huge laser at SNAP benefits

everything i should be tiny buds on the old plum tree #dailyhaikuprompt #plum

autumn wind~ two little leaves insist on coming along 🍂 #haiku

Heartbreaking and rage inducing, in equal measure.

underneath the bridge shaken loose from the river all the golden light

pumpkin soup~ slowly the sunlight moves across the table #haiku