From Jumble Box

Jumble Box: Haiku and Senryu from National Haiku Writing Month, published in 2017 by Press Here and which I edited, features 328 haiku and senryu by 100 poets. Order the book from Amazon. The following are fourteen of my poems from the book, each one inspired by a different daily prompt from February of 2017. Please also read the book’s introduction, “Opening the Jumble Box,” and afterword, “Next Steps with Haiku.”       +



his death haiku
tied to the kite string—
wild grasses


                                                                                snow falling
                                                                                onto the old fishing dock . . .
                                                                                her hand in mine


winter drizzle—
the mattress sale sign spinner
takes a break


                                                                                moonless night—
                                                                                rusted hinges
                                                                                on the slaughterhouse door


mountain chalet—
the coolness at my feet
in front of the fridge


                                                                                summer heat . . .
                                                                                the table wiped clean
                                                                                at the morgue


midwinter thaw—
the scarecrow points the way
with a shriveled radish


                                                                                the last patch of snow
                                                                                on the mossy lawn . . .
                                                                                a call from home


a string of buoys
marks the empty swim area . . .
drifting blossoms


                                                                                lakeshore bonfire—
                                                                                the youth choir amplified
                                                                                from the Christmas ship


before I weigh myself
on the bathroom scale
shaving


                                                                                court
                                                                                room
                                                                                just
                                                                                ice


our blanket
apparently
is just yours


                                                                                starlight
                                                                                in the tree rings
                                                                                mouse droppings