
Freaky Friday




~ with a nod to Buson’s series of ‘short night’ haiku
the short night —
owl wingtips slapping
snow off tiny branches









Although my dad was a sawyer, whose livelihood was taking down groves of oak, maple and cottonwood – and the occasional large walnut – and cutting them into lumber, we’ve always had a love affair with trees. One of my favorite things to do is to hike through the woods where, I’m told, it’s impossible to ever be in a bad mood. True story!
Here’s my contribution to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness challenge #13 – Trees.




I just received an email telling me my poem, 4:56 AM, is now featured in their latest podcast. It originally appeared in the Halloween issue, published in November 2023, of tiny frights, a free e-zine of horror art, poetry and microfiction.
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