My poem, To See with Thine Own Eyes, appears on page 26 of the just published 2022 Hallowzine Issue 3 edition, hot off the (on-line) presses!
Here is the link to the PDF which you can download for free.
It’s a funky little journal and I’m pleased to have been a contributor. I think it’s a perfect way to cap off what’s been a very terrific day. No complaints about autumn this year. It’s been glorious!
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well and as always, THANK YOU for looking!
A Halloween haiku of mine was just published! Every October 31st, Haikuniverse publishes a Halloween-themed haiku each hour of the day. Here’s the link for mine.
FYI, true story! 
Bright lights
So far away
Cosmic pixies
come to play
Dusk beckons dawn
Sun leads to moon
Onyx sky overhead
Twilight cocoon
the whale in the spaceship
crouches like a mule
translucent as all get out —
GET. OUT! —
but soon he, she, it will
blossom like so many magnolias
come spring, orange & pink
a sprightly Ulysses on Mars
zipped tight, preening—
a vagabond warrior
in the cosmos
Our Coco had a great time playing in the leaves on Saturday. Here he is, sporting a new pair of eyes after coming up once for air: one that is red and one that is green!
heat envelops
and wounds the world
skyscrapers scrape away
orange-blue clouds
iceberg tips revealing so little
there isn’t much more to convey…
fires and flares,
omens from the sun
a shrinking planet
cries out No More!
It’s high noon in the not-so-OK corral.
Horses are getting weary, spooked.
Tumbleweeds and split rail fences
embroidery the western landscape.
I feel my heart tugging away
at the barb of wire coiled around
a scroll of Naugahyde peeking out
from a prairie schooner wagon
as the mule team chomps
at their bits, pawing at the red
Texas clay, keen on striking out,
Oregon-bound, eager for
a little Pacific redemption.
shE riDeS tHe BuLL
wItH dEft aPLoMb
hEaViNg leFt To rIGhT
nO wAyWaRD fAkEs
No hiDdEn sLIGhTs
nO dUcKs, nO bObS
hErs iS tHe will
tO eNdUrE tHe fight
tHeIR bArBS mIGht RanKLe
sTiLL
shE cArRiES oN
LEaNiNg in tO wHaT
sHe kNoWs iS rIgHt
What can I say
about the seasons
that you haven’t
already heard?
Winter’s white.
Spring is green.
Summer, so HOT.
But, autumn —
Well, that’s the very
BEST season
I’ve ever seen!
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