The Last Dove
the last dove slips into the mist I bid farewell to my mother’s memories of me… they are not me Ribbons Tanka Cafe Autumn 2016
the last dove slips into the mist I bid farewell to my mother’s memories of me… they are not me Ribbons Tanka Cafe Autumn 2016
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu September 2016
** the light breeze on our old sailboat was always perfect year after year the lies we tell each other ** Ribbons Autumn 2016
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equinox the sun halfway to my winter chair ** brass bell: a haiku journal October 2016
** Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu September 2016
graveside mother would have hated this waste of roses ** Acorn Autumn 2016