crows lift from the field black thoughts shaken out of straw startle the horizon #haiku

my dog’s warm breath clouds loyal dragon of comfort walks beside me #haiku

a pinecone on ice wears its ancient armor and still looks merry #haiku

yule log ember-heart all the old winter kings step back, smiling #haiku

wreath on the front door ancient promise the dark made and keeps politely #haiku

gift ribbon in curls like little sleeping serpents dreaming of spring #haiku

a stranger at mass smiles like a doorway left ajar to older winters #haiku

holly in the porch rail red beads for an old bargain made long before me #haiku

Santa Claus and the Buddha #poetry #writing

Yule #poetry

saturnalia wine-dark laughter lifts a hidden god #haiku

sol invictus behind rain clouds morning unlocks gold #haiku

rooftop crows black carolers counting #haiku

pine wind the long old whisper losing words #haiku

pigeon wingflash an omen in chrome then plain bird #haiku

Solstice #poetry

my phone buzzes hard tiny tyrant in my palm demanding my day #haiku

winter slaps my cheeks like hey - you’re here - wake up now and pay attention #haiku

fresh asphalt heats up tar smell like old riverbanks and new bad decisions #haiku

billboard grinning down selling me a better self i almost believe #haiku

pigeons explode up gray confetti of panic from a single shout #haiku

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a cardinal’s flash through gray - like sudden insight that won’t stay long #haiku

the river keeps dark beneath its sealed glass - like me under small talk #haiku

seasonal darkness and my thoughts grow longer teeth than they deserve #haiku

river mouth at dawn the fog rolls in like a hymn with no words left in it #haiku

Lord of Winter #poetry #writing #fiction

committee of mirrors sometimes I vanish inward and hear my thoughts unspool as though I am not singular rather a committee of mirrors convened in the dark voting in silence one remembers one invents one forgives or refuses to the majority wins and I step back into the room you never notice

Fortuna at the lottery stand kiosk in full sun bright tickets like tiny flags for invisible wars she spins the display row of numbers blurs to light under lazy hand a man buys just one scratches in the midday glare then keeps his same life #haiku

Janus in the apartment hallway two o clock gray light elevator sighs awake for no requested floor he stands by the stairs face half toward the coming day half to what just left each door he passes remembers who slammed it last and who never did #haiku

river under the overpass graffiti ribs stone names layered till none hold fast only colors stick shopping cart half sunk prays in its rust-latticed knees to the flood to come the god here keeps score in bottle glass and bones of fish for whoever jumps #haiku

bus stop with the Fates plastic bench, cold rain schedule eaten by mildew buses not on time three old women wait one knits, one counts, one keeps still eyes on passing cars whichever I board they nod once and snip the air as if at a thread #haiku

Persephone behind the bar bottles, amber rows ice bites down on steel and glass throats rehearse their pleas she pours second shots for the ones who never leave until spring comes late her smile is all teeth pits from fruit stain both her hands the color of no #haiku

city street procession traffic lights bleed red stopping chariots of steel mid-offering run steam climbs from the grates incense for forgotten kings sleeping in brick vaults sirens rise and fall a choir of thin metal throats praising urgent gods #haiku

tailypo, tailypo whispers through the knothole cracks asking what I ate #haiku #tailypo

crow prints on white road a small black alphabet spells news from the underworld #haiku #poetry

my phone sleeps face down a small animal acting like it’s not hungry #haiku

fog climbs from the soil like the breath of buried gods balancing the cold #haiku

dead oak on the hill holds a single living branch like a last remark #haiku

feral cat in straw blinks, as if it once wore gold in another tale #haiku

snow on fir branches a lone crow rearranges my morning’s first thought #haiku

boot prints by the shed i count them like rosary beads then lose my place #haiku

in the chimney’s throat a small soot god keeps coughing a year’s worth of dust #haiku

the moon, a small coin charon forgets in the snow at the riverbank #haiku

winter sky at five the day folds up without saying where it put the light #haiku

black ice on the road the past you don’t see coming until you slide through #haiku

salt on the doorstep a bright, temporary spell against tomorrow #haiku

Familiar Fiction #poetry

The Loud Truth #poetry #writing

See How They Shine #poetry