Senryu Senryuold roadyoung toad leaps--croakspumpkin grins--full moon sitsin an ice cream coneup and crackingat the break of dawn--egghalloween partygoes awry...toothless pumpkinseye for an eyetooth for a tooth--dentistendless tears....relentless onions
Sonnets Sonnet ILove! Fleet bird--ficklest of words in flight,On wings and lips in heart-warmed weather;Pausing to rest, soft as a feather,In Spring, in Autumn, by day and by night.Love buds and blossoms upon the dales,When dewy mist mirrors tears of joy;True love is neither rash, brash nor coy,While blooming in Spring and braving Fall's gales.Bursting with song, sparrows' voices trillAt sunrise, when love cradles the nest.Homes filled with joy are surely the best;Love soars in triumph across greening hills.The trial of love is not a sore thing:Fear not the darkness--let your heart sing!Sonnet IIDeath! Your veil trails
Zenku Zenku3 heads2 temples1 third eyephones ringears ringhands wringblue skyblue cloudblue bird3 awake2 asleep1 enlightenedgood thingsbad thingsjust things3 candles2 hearts1 dinner
The Tree That Burns The Tree That Burns (1991)Tree of earth and barren sod,Scarred, charred hard by livid god--Lightning clawed from gnawed, mawed skies;Good wood withstood ire-fired eyes.What prim, trim trees will you sire?Damned root and branch blanch the pyre!In pith and flame, your venom churns:What fate awaits the Tree that burns?Man of Earth and scorched sod,Homeless, alone with none but God--Wet dry lips with flask of Reason;Warm cool thoughts in hapless season.What gut gutted, brags and squirms?Stoked bole, once split--gags woodworms!Vain, vexed visions foiled, coil and roil:What weed's seeds grow in dead, red soil?True
More Haiku More Haikuwith a laughsmall boy brings the moonin a pailsolitary treesolitary birdsolitary moonnot alone at allthis autumn evening...O, Mistress Moon!frozen pondice cracks--shattered moonhalloween--full moon becomesdeviled egg
Haiku Again so thin aftera long journey--slivered moonsparks fly--wind-driven passion becomesa firestormleaves shiverowl hoots--pumpkin moon
Haiku leaves rustlenorth wind whispers...ear of cornstorm's passing...a rainbowof birdsongcampfire lowembers shiver--lovers embrace
The Pedestrian Revisited The Pedestrian Revisited The Pedestrian Revisited (A Continuation of Ray Bradbury's Original Story) From out of the night shadows and empty riverbed streets winding throughout the length and breadth of the City, the police cruiser came to a purring stop by the front gate of the Institute for Antisocial Research. Inside his little jail in the back of the vehicle, Mr. Leonard Mead looked about himself in bewilderment and abject despair.The drive itself had been uneventful but for the sight of renegade squads