Monday, September 28, 2020

morning jog I chase a grocery receipt across the parking lot

Friday, September 25, 2020

STONINGTON HARBOR LIGHT


If you close your eyes, no lighthouse can help you! ~Mehmet Murat Ildan

The trouble with drowning in the mess of your own life is that you're not in any shape to save anyone else. You can't be a lighthouse when you're underwater yourself. ~Lisa Wingate, The Prayer Box


son's essay his handwritten paper travels to the northeast

autumn reverie fog tinged with wood smoke

stonington harbor light great views but we still can't find the car

cell phone buzz a bee here and there

mystery bird the immature goldfinch without its yellow

pumpkin spice candle flickers of inspiration

cast off shoes the lopsided heels of my last hike

a hint of rust in the maple my husband planted




Tuesday, September 22, 2020

sumac and poison ivy the red leaves before the fall election


published in Haikuniverse 9/13/2020



Saturday, September 19, 2020

coffee stained cup the remnants of our last conversation

Thursday, September 17, 2020

old travel map torn in all the same places

Sunday, September 13, 2020

journaling one page of tomato sauce

Friday, September 11, 2020

birdsong I try to whistle along 

Thursday, September 10, 2020

image stabilizer he uses one hand to steady the other