Blowing gaily away!

Published in Poetic Diversity, The Lit Zine of Los Angeles
April 2009

Collection of Five Haiku

An empty fireplace
Last time I look at my feet
They are blue and cold

When I try forgetfulness
The crusted dark marks your feet make
Our new white carpet

Late winter branches
Fight against the heater's blow
Standing at the door

I said, Love, shut up
Glancing into stranger's face
And then they smile

I'll condense my water
If you'll mop up the mess made
On the bathroom's face