Category: Poetry

  • Cherita 4-5

    The following cherita were first published in Issue 102 of the cherita, the stone, in 2025.

    tomato

    hornworm

    coated in cocoons

    I pluck them off

    thinking

    myself kind

    newborn girl

    a cardinal

    alights

    on the windowsill

    I never knew

    my wife’s baba

  • Cherita 3

    The following cherita was published in Issue 98 of the cherita, i spy, in 2025. The poem was awarded a cherita lighthouse for excellence.

    swirling dreamscapes

    I awaken

    yet my good arm still sleeps

    pins and needles

    bleed into

    knives and spears

  • Cherita 1-2

    The following cherita were first published in Issue 97 of the cherita, my heart, 2025.

    Sisyphus

    rolling a snowball

    uphill

    tired

    I take a seat

    and it collapses

    all-consuming darkness

    the river

    choked with ice

    Christmas lights

    twinkle desperately

    casting meager shadows

  • Sequence 3: Radioactive

    The following haiku sequence was first published in Under the Bashō, now defunct, in 2025. The first line of each haiku is a name for off-brand Mountain Dew soda.

    Radioactive

    mountain dew

    condensation on the can

    summer morn 

    mountain summit

    the pop and hiss

    of the pull-tab

    mountain frost

    the click of ice

    against glass

    mountain lightning

    fluorescent syrup

    cracks the ice

    mountain showers

    a rush of bubbles

    rise to the surface

    mountain splash

    the assault of citrus

    on my tongue

    mountain fury

    coolness slips

    down my throat

    mountain explosion

    energy floods

    my brain

    mountain lion

    ready to

    conquer the world

  • Sequence 2: North Dakota Bones

    Image from the Agricultural Research Service.

    The following tanka sequence was first published in the Fall 2025 edition of Ribbons. The sequence travels geographically across North Dakota from east to west, detailing significant places from my childhood. Tatanka is the Lakota word for bison, a creature of great significance to North Dakotans.

    North Dakota Bones

    Red River Valley

    amidst the powerline forest

    and cell tower sentinels

    I pull back the quilt

    of endless farmland

    Drift Prairie

    a sea of corn

    washes over the hills

    drowning my judgment

    of those who still live here

    returning home

    after twenty years

    my appreciation grows

    for this land of sky and nothing

    and the limitless horizon

    the Badlands

    the scruffy bison lumber

    over sage and cacti

    surrounding our car

    we yield to their right-of-way

    Little Missouri River

    we cross the muddy water

    just kids with tans

    collecting tatanka bones

    misfit sons of the prairie

  • Sequence 1: Water

    The following haiku sequence was first published in Under the Bashō, now defunct, in 2025.

    Water

    driving rain

    along the highway

    the window fogs

    biting sleet

    changing a tire

    in the dark

    sideways ice

    a hot shower

    washes away the cold

    howling wind

    dripping clothes by the door

    tomato soup

    winter storm warning

    windows shaking

    I draw the covers

    swirling snow

    no place to go

    alarm clock shut off

  • Tanka 11

    The following tanka was first published in the Tanka Society of America: Member’s Anthology, 2025. Shenyang is a city in northern China with a population of 9 million. This is about my son, then 16-months-old.

    Shenyang neon

    reflected in the rain

    70 km/h

    my arms an extra seat belt

    around my sleeping son

  • Tanka 10

    The following tanka was first published in the December 2025 issue of Quail Eggs.

    praying about

    adopting my Chinese niece

    for a season

    all the different paths

    that rain can make

  • Tanka 9

    The following tanka was first published in the October 2025 issue of cattails.

    rotten yellows and pinks

    of flowers past their prime  

    as spring winds down

    I think of how much time

    I wasted indoors

  • Tanka 8

    The following tanka was first published in Issue 4, August 2025 of Laurels. The issue’s theme was “time.”

    a pebble

    tumbles into rocks

    the landslide 

    forever changes the mountain

    I wait for That One Email