June 2018

a glimpse of moon
in keeping with the rules
I drop two lines

forever they will be
what the clouds hid away

it is said
that beginnings
lead to ends

the catastrophe
awaits its cue

final words
his clod strikes a hollow tone
on her coffin

(shortlisted in H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018)

winter storm
a fa'alavelave
breaks the bank

wolf hour . . .
her absence reassembles
in the mist

[insert what you see here]—
it remains to be seen
when it's gone

in silence
a frost-heavy web
sounds like praise

vigil candle tears hardening up

Matariki

morning rise on the tips of our toes

all that remains of us will return 

to be our story without you 

a memory yet not yet and yet

remember when now was when

in reduced circumstance winter solstice

know now less than no thing

if missed light less present

dawn hush
aborted birdsongs served
sunny side up

in halflight
an owlet's whirr
of wings

just two notes
and a rain forest is born
from a tui

upturned leaf

the silence of God

finds its voice 

diatribalism