Over the past few months, a lot of my work has been published, but I’ve been negligent in getting them posted. Breaking from my usual tradition of a separate post for each journal, I’m going to post all of them here in a single posting. Separate poems and journals are both divided by ***.

Redlights, Volume 15, No. 2, June 2019
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a day will come
when we are the faces
in old picture albums
and no one left
to give us names
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babcia’s borscht recipe
in faded black ink—
can you smell the beets
bubble and hear her
hum along

Ribbons Spring/Summer 2019: Volume 15, No. 2
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PET scan . . .
all the dogs & cats
I ever knew & loved
romp in the tunnel
where I lie in stillness
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Ribbons Spring/Summer 2019: Volume 15, No. 2
Tanka Café: Theme: What Matters [to You]
they say time
moves faster as we age
yet here I am
stealing an hour
to listen to the birds
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cattails: The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society, April 2019 Issue
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late winter
the garden’s breath
shifts once more
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one crow
and a clutch of chickadees
at the birdfeeder —
that simple need
to fit in someplace
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Frogpond 42.2 * 2019
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graveside—
white blossoms
lighten the darkness
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Blithe Spirit 29.2, 2019
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evening meditation
fireflies flit here
& there
& there
***
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sacred sites
finding myself praying
in another language
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***
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the soft rustle
of quivering aspen leaves
over and over
I replay the words
I might have said
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***
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a feeling of you
standing behind me …
when I turn around,
only shadow
only silence
.
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Moonbathing 20 Spring/Summer 2019
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sea glass
a distant story
told in waves
I long
to read
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***
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The Heron’s Nest, Volume XXI, Number 2: June 2019
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a single brass button—
I try to remember
his voice
***
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Eucalypt Issue 26, 2019
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without warning
a leaf rises in the wind
then tumbles—
our need for forgiveness
so unexpected, too
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(Eucalypt, The Distinctive Scribblings Awards)
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Gusts, Contemporary Tanka No. 29, Spring/Summer 2019
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faint notes
of a harpsichord
playing Bach –
why is it you always wait
for one wrong note
***
you pour a second cup
of pale moon tea
in a teashop in Prague
. . . I wonder what story
the leaves might tell
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walking alone
past the tide’s own
push and pull –
I turn to see my footprints
wash away
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Kokako 30, 2019
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abbey ruins
voices of evensong
nowhere everywhere
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old burying ground
so many grave markers
buried too
***
in the coffee shop
a glimpse of someone
who looks just like you—
I quickly check my face
in a mirror
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dark storm clouds
dissolve in sunlight
and shift again—
your changing moods
just as quick
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