Solo Renka:

 

 

 

My pumpkin

is at home. The light goes on,

the wood goes up

 

the round spills out on flat, hot stone,

a cooling glaze of its tightening wax

 

 

                                    6 Senryu:

 

 

 

Strawberry Sundaes,

my dancing shirt, your pink breezes

above our chipmunk pond

 

 

 

 

To, Donne:

Tradition is one thing.

Dinosaurs another.

 

 

 

 

                                    Desire

is a Wow! —a dove

in my blue jeans!

 

 

 

 

Reality spins.

A spider has legs jumping

out of its skin

 

 

 

 

Illusion

is a question, “Where are you?”

I answered

 

 

 

 

A girl gazes out

                                                                        at a bus stop bench, confused

                                                                        eyes streaming past