A blog devoted mainly to haiku and senryu and to thoughts about, and inspired by, haiku and senryu.

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Haiku is to poetry as espresso is to coffee.

Friday, January 12, 2018

the man

indian summer
was I ever the man
I used to be

First published in The Heron's Nest

Saturday, January 06, 2018


Today, January 6, is the Feast of the Epiphany, celebrating the visit of the Magi to the infant Jesus. Practices vary, but, where I come from, the day marks the end of the Christmas season, or Yuletide, and signals the time to take down trees, ornaments, and lights.

the neighborhood returns
to ordinary darkness

First published in the anthology A New Resonance 5: Emerging Voices in English Language Haiku

explaining their newborn
to the dog

And a Christmas ku before it's too late

crooked tree
Dad keeps the "christ!"
in Christmas

This one was first published in Failed Haiku

Friday, January 05, 2018


softly falling snow
the way the oncologist
says "we"

As the new year gets underway, I begin by wishing all a happy one. Thanks for visiting and for your expressions of concern at my extended absence. I should be able to put in more frequent and regular appearances starting now. And, for my fellow bloggers, I'll be stopping by soon.

This poem, which was first published in Failed Haiku, arises from an observation during the time my wife Pat was commencing treatment for breast cancer. All is going well. Women, don't neglect those mammograms!

Tuesday, September 26, 2017


a hitchhiker
in the rearview mirror . . .
big sky

This poem appears in Low Growling in the Petunias, a chapbook of haiku and senryu
by members of New York's Spring Street Haiku Group. The book is available $5.00 ppd from

Seidbord World Ent.
POB 137
New York NY 10012

Tuesday, September 19, 2017


haiku conference
I meet an old friend
for the first time

Written in Santa Fe NM, where I have been attending Haiku North America, a bi -annual conference of haiku poets from North America and elsewhere. Another attendee was writing almost exactly the same poem, at almost the same time, as I was writing mine. The only difference was that she wrote "gathering" where I wrote "conference." This experience, of meeting in the flesh for the first time someone one has known for years through their work and sometimes through correspondence, provides some of the most powerful moments of the conference. The rest of the stuff is good, too.

Sunday, September 10, 2017


clothing optional
my fear of water
and women

First published Failed Haiku

Saturday, June 10, 2017


on a night in spring
I lose

First published in Failed Haiku