a ringing phone ignored ignored this autumn night

crushed morning-glories under feet moving toward the shed

disheveled room young woman curled up reading

yellow'd gown around her thin form ghoulish

a ghanian woman the hem of her kimono teal

cabled telegram from the mainland Thai schooner

lost my soul in ancient rain soggy skies

people's voices dispell a fresh autumn lovemaking #haiku

mother's den photographs in sepia aged

sunday's wash steaming in old gossip #haiku

withholding words hide them in your robe

my voice's reflection across cool linoleum

reading opera news oscillation of a mini heater #haiku

in a single breath my womanhood poured on concrete

parking lot running car he visits the ATM #haiku

northener as your guide he arrives weary #haiku

munich church his voice spinning in the cathedral

still not finished drinking country night #haiku

i am with him sometimes we're good we're bad

faded jeans tight around his waist quick sex

passing buick he kisses day from my cheek

cold eve grandma speaks in a yellow voice

out for sushi falling in love with the samisen

she steps over a top recalls his 8th birthday

early morning learning myself in a recliner

cold morning my son and his man sleep deeply

h e l e a n s a g a i n s t p o r c h r a i l h e a t i n d e x r e a d s 8 7 ° # h a i k u

vacant cabin oscillation of a maytag #haiku

old duck we avoid battered lake's edge

museum gallery perusing Monet's all afternoon

midnight chill my first taste of you

abandoning our bed tousled sheets blush

grabbing your buttocks unaware of my release

am i yours? pushing beyond a bonfire

lying with you--my thighs parted

and the fracture in the mirror her reflection #haiku

within the wind solitary leaves #haiku

beneath and beyond thunderheads #haiku

fragrance of the old bed #haiku

i am unstressed syllable on your tongue, an old wind

missive reaches lord shimazu cherry blossoms bare

Kagoshima castle couriers hasten old lord sips tea

lord of satsuma's death river darkens the sunrise #haiku

i look at my child see no homeland in her fall silence

his silence violates the air rain passes

in the night's cold its hard to breathe i hug myself

among sleet hips of a gypsy stirs up heat #haiku

your morning reproach in every pause peeling bench

hunched down in veins of skin depressive nights

old fence i love a man with no curve in his tongue

sprawling sound of his death sailing of butterflies

sepia mornings his breath exiled from my long touch

opera at Paris opera trying on a pink taffeta gown

quiet neighborhood over the veranda comes a voice #haiku

evening dusk low hum in the cool mountain #haiku

string of pearls wet at its hem old priest rests

angkor wat thick rain pelts a dry pond #haiku

night occurs in old house our shadows estranged

twilight from door to door selling cookies

in Kyoto i become Edo woman mountain in passing

come night my womanhood poured over his silence

old dumpster he thrusts in me deeper

at the edge of her land i remember pain

arriving at the cabin old lions hidden under snow

the train speeding through Cornwall tasting his lips

on her knees hands cleaning up his anger

the sound of his trumpet fading all i could remember

t h e s o u n d o f h i s t r u m p e t f a d i n g a l l i c o u l d r e m e m b e r | # s e n r y û # m o n o k u

bruised morning local cafe explodes killing 5

un-silent night christmas gala runs into high gear

lebanese winter near old coffee shop smiling in arabic #haiku

troubled lands village women preparing henna #haiku

paisely carpeting sun drifts through an old concert hall #haiku

Mississippi sunset Parker's trumpet merges with night #haiku

dank basement seeing through a senryu-eye

fragrance of night Parker's blues riff #haiku

inside you deep homegrown silence

eyes darken hands reach out to touch him

a t 4 a m f l i p p i n g p a g e s i n a s e n r y û p r i m e r

across our room darkness no hint of moon #haiku

through a rising rope of incense glow of tv #haiku

i preserve the litheness of my thighs next week as well

in thought my eyes see a water bottle|

i p r e s e r v e t h e l i t h e n e s s o f m y t h i g h s n e x t w e e k a s w e l l | # s e n r y û

in privacy i taste something i should not

as if stumbled into laughter the man shrieks

the corner my inert form wants love pressing

#haiku: sandstorms accompany his every exhalation

bringing me closer to you midnight too lightens

s w i s s c h â l e t w a r m e d b y f i r e o u r s h a d o w s m e r g e # h a i k u

in ivory pueblo swallowing your nighttime moans

parked Tahoe speckles of night on my coat #haiku

image of me against cracked adobe walls #haiku

uneven cobblestone road slow moon moves #haiku

local stroll scent of his cologne walks near me

cool evening prayers rise and mingle with night #haiku

evening in the 30's tassels on the scarf hums #haiku

evening in the 30's tassels on the scarf hums|#haiku

passage of evening speeding suv #haiku

thick evening foreign hand rubs my chest

midnight blues cool drizzle #haiku

glow of the moon a chair's 4 legs #hokku

even in silence i inhale, i find myself

eyes opened, sound of your breathing and my blood

daybreak stirs his body unaccustomed to me

old comforter loosened patch on the floor

in the empty house merging haiku and senryu into one

train heads to Pittsburgh slow drizzle stains the air

hands brush his powerful shoulders a tendril of lust rises

in silence i begin a letter

4 yr old lotion can't hear the first words he says

4 y r o l d l o t i o n c a n ' t h e a r t h e f i r s t w o r d s h e s a y s | # s e n r y û

my backyard holds the night sleepless and aroused

misunderstood
your silence, then
your abrupt
departure left
me and bed cold#tanka

hot bath alone watching Law & Order is my ritual

divorce stains her smile the children disappear

under night made his hands touch me, touch him

u n d e r n i g h t m a d e h i s h a n d s t o u c h m e , t o u c h h i m | # s e n r y û

city bus full of chatter silent convo with bus driver's eyes

throbbing blood at the bus stop humming rosaries

pre-autumn kiss quiet brook mumbles

nubile morning his breath walks my ear

n u b i l e m o r n i n g h i s b r e a t h w a l k s m y e a r | # s e n r y û

ghanian man her oriental eyes see polished lacquer

marrying the colonel she is ignored by the Issei*

speaking in childish whispers over apricot incense

evening sun lowering my gown before his gaze

can't scrub your scent from my pores

we move into this foreign land taste of samma fish

low palm trees undulating shadow of moon's tears

over tea she speaks of her abusive man

one eye blackened somewhere a barren sky moans

5:20am the prayings of two hours ago still ringing

green chevrolet ringing cell cuts into our talk

sound of dead leaves planter's peanuts

gardening gloves my body can't stand bending too long

even on this snowy night he's cold we have lost touch

local bar her hand on his thigh my husband's god

her long absence fuels my fear frying tortillas

n o m o r e w i s h e s s h e w r i t e s a m e r i c a n s e n r y û t h i n k i n g o f h o m e

memory of what? pulling on old cocktail dress as cars arrive

each thrust my breath catches he grabs my breast harder

bathing my kokoro fails me when i hear his return

cigarette-stained fingers deep red of brocade curtains

i search for eggs the pinions of my mother-in-law

stretched out in bed sounds of the highway

my period comes first freeze in a foreign land

a storm of rain i wait for his return the kettle sings

old prayers gruff man at the gas station

i search for eggs the pinions of my mother-in-law

5:20am awake the prayings of two hours ago still ringing