Updating: some of my published pieces 2014

this perfect

pink hyacinth spring . . . 

fragrant scent

of new-born infants

fills my mind with rain 

- in Kei, M. Bright Stars 3,  2014, p. 40.

luna moth

hovers too close

to the web

my young friend too often

writes about death 

- in Kei, M. Bright Stars 3, 2014, p. 40

a rainbow

straddling the river

waxes then wanes

you thought you were safe

 with a foot on each side 

- In The Tanka Journal of Japan 45, p. 20.

two mynahs

weave plastic pieces

in a nest --- 

that hint of discomfort 

you have in my presence

 - In Rice, David, Ribbons 10:2, 2014, p. 26.

reaching
into the river
a willow's limbs . . . 
your long distance call
after fifty years

  - In Babusci, Pamela,  Moonbathing 11, 2014, p. 8.