Monday, December 28, 2015

burns suck

a hot pan sears flesh
leaving red marks of passage
southern snow blows in

Sunday, December 27, 2015


outside my front door
I feel prayers on my face
spirits paint the sky red

Stepping outside my door I see the red light of dusk, behind the houses and around the trees. 
The wind picks up slowly whispering prayers of winter
Tobacco blows from my hands as I say thank you.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry day

ice greets the day
clinging to Christmas trees
yesterdays wet snow

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

puppy prints in snow
wandering the neighborhood

to the physical world
art is a useless endeavor
but to the the soul it is everything

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

going in the dark

longest night driving
even the wind waits for dawn
rebirth of summer

Saturday, December 19, 2015

picture of trees

we wait for spring 
with moss covering the dead
things we see walking


arriving early
we visit the coffee shop
old women gather

a feast

sun light on feathers
plucking their food from the grass
I scare them to flight

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Every day

laboring all day
never seeing any sun
I envy the ant

Thursday, December 10, 2015


surrounded by dust
trading my time for money
hoping for better

Wednesday, December 9, 2015


little birds in trees
singing beside the freeway
as they always have

le sigh

need to be doing
I'm quietly panicking
wrestling with doubt


standing in the factory
all I see are straight lines
going no where


a glimpse of blue sky
surrounded by painted steel
sunlight through shadows

Tuesday, December 8, 2015


every breath I take
I smell work clinging to me

Monday, December 7, 2015

every day

cars sit idling
parents stare at their smart phones
missing sun and birds

Sunday, December 6, 2015

dads porch

talking and rocking
  we watch the cat stalk small birds
flannels and coffee

Saturday, December 5, 2015

The Parlor

buzzing of needles
ink and flesh turned into more
Black Phoenix Tattoo

Tanka, almost

rising on St. Croix
streaks of light behind black trees
through grimy windows
snow clinging on to shadow
waiting for winter to come

Friday, December 4, 2015

my back yard

snow dripping I peek
I heard the calling of crows
they say to relax

The next day

waking up at Three
yesterdays shock is still here
my clock keeps moving


I was there that day
when Hans and Taion battled
For the golden Claw
on the fields of Border Downs
In the shadows of summer

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Tanka baby steps

talking about poems
with my children as we work
they do math I write
sounds of geese echo the train
as fall snow turns to water

I am sure each line is suppose to be contained in itself but. It is a start.

work day

afternoon anger
destroys mornings happiness
why do the clouds come


I feel like I am waiting
for what  I am not sure
different monotony
breaks the day

Wednesday, December 2, 2015


Is a haiku a poem of multiplication?
A collection of sounds that mean more than they appear to?
A cut of words that bleed meaning.

what it isn't

looking for Basho
in the heart of Haiku
I find myself

remembering blaze orange

sunlight on my back
its like heaven in winter
my ears are happy

tuesday commute

be still while moving
snow becomes rain yet remains
red lighs and wet tires

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

you cannot force a haiku

meditating on Haiku.

words floating in space
my thoughts captured in haiku
waiting to be seen

yule time christmas

pagan holiday
waiting for the suns rebirth
a nativity

on my mind

smelling spring water
trout rising to late winter
fall fly fishing dreams

happy table

turkey with stuffing
family gathered all around
the pies are waiting

Monday, November 30, 2015

Monday parking lot

snow falls in lamp light
Slowly drifting from heaven
making driving hell

Sunday, November 29, 2015


whispers on the wind
     listening to the spider

a week of waiting

sitting in quiet
birds searching through winter snow
listening to trees


my thoughts on paper
capturing pictures with words
snow in the branches

Saturday, November 28, 2015

the stream

frozen streams whisper
bluejays screaming at nothing
trees heavy with snow

on stand

a quiet so loud
a birds wing flaps with thunder

Thursday, November 26, 2015

turkey day

coffee and cribbage
cold wet blue grey morning

grumpy pants gultch

bluejay rock is weeping
for the torn trees it once knew
tears fill the track marks
I think every picture is worth 17 syllables

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


bullet holes in glass
so much pain for no reason
piles of flowers.

Monday, November 16, 2015


When did we give up our wisdom . No one comes to Europe or its descendants for wisdom on how too see the world. They go to yogis, visit medicine men. Visit Zen masters in Japan. Did we trade it for science and technology?


racing through tail lights
wet grey clouds cover the sky

Sunday, November 15, 2015

grumpy pants gulch

blue jay rock sits sad
surrounded by broken stumps
 singing for the trees

Thursday, November 12, 2015


my spirit wanders
thinking of past miracles
pondering mistakes

Not a picture but how my day went

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Tuesday night

wind talking of storms
the rocks sing their ancient songs
clouds cover the sky

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Songs of Sunday

echos of drumming
I can still smell the cedar
Sunday reverie

Saturday, November 7, 2015

in the lodge

smell of cedar and sage
rocks gathering heat to carry our prayers

Friday, November 6, 2015


color on canvas
magic wands with paint on them
brush strokes from the heart


standing at my job
Falls trees sing a song I feel
wild woods calling

Thursday, November 5, 2015

thanks you Basho

smell of wet pavement
listening to Tom Wait sing
thinking of Basho


rain sitting with me
we remember the old times
dancing under trees

looking up

light bending water
eyes looking through my wind screen
the white heart of rain

Saturday, October 31, 2015


gathering ceder
air whispering in the mist
Rae telling stories

Doctor visits

her steps off rhythm
waiting in anxiety
soft muzak torture

Thursday, October 29, 2015


grandma is singing
of stones with love in their heart
thunder on his wings


trees off to sleep
cold rain falling into snow
children are ready

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


Today's weather made me think of wood stoves and fresh coffee.
 I can hear the sound of rain hitting tin.
Sitting in a cabin surrounded by old oaks. Stubbornly clinging to their leaves.

wood stoves and coffee.
tin dancing in the soft rain
oaks clinging to leaves

Monday, October 26, 2015


where ever I go
dog hair follows me clinging
no matter the month

Sunday, October 25, 2015


into the turtle
grandfathers march one by one
drums leading the way

Saturday, October 24, 2015


saw tooth blueness west
air heavy to the morning
coffee on my mind

saturday coffee

dark clouds over head
Fall colors fading to brown
wet leaves under foot


walking down the trail
looking back at the mountain
I too remember

bridge windows

strait lines of metal
under round clouds of sunrise
shadow chasing light

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Mom and DadsOrchard

white picket fencing
fruit trees heavy with apples
hoarfrost on the leaves

Monday, September 28, 2015


Imagine if we all come from one single spark of life long ago.

Super Moon

an old world omen
shining light on buried fears
watching Autumn's moon

Saturday, September 26, 2015

stop lights

orange shorts jogging by
old stars and stripes in shadow
colors of the fall

Friday, September 25, 2015


early autumn sun
looking for trout in riffles
kingfisher and I

Monday, September 7, 2015

Rae and the Monarch

royal butterfly
orange wings perched on a finger
delight on her face

Monday, August 17, 2015


eyes heavy steps slow
weekend memories fly by
coffee needs Monday

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


golden light of dawn
with red thunder creeping in
clouds flee before it

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sunday Sunday

cruising down a hot freeway
my daughter and I

Friday, July 24, 2015

The other half

the sound of crane wings
trees whispering to the wind
quiet things we see

Fishing the River

with fawns looking on
water swims through rocks and trout
a fool and his friends

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Fiskers stone

standing all alone
remembering the old days
waiting to be free

The moon and venus

in summers twilight
the maiden and her lover
reaching not touching

Friday, July 17, 2015


calm overcast day
smell of water in the air
yearning to fly fish

Monday, July 13, 2015

Ziggi by Cadian

one damp summer eve
torchlight dancing to the stars
the black Knight of cheese

Monday, July 6, 2015


sitting on my couch
waiting for a message
watching the haze

2:30 am

waking to white light
rain eyes half open looking
thunder in the night

thinking about Haiku

what is a Haiku
brush strokes made with a few words
a moment in time

Summer Vacation

white hot humid Day
summers Children wandering
Flowers in the wind

Monday, June 22, 2015


Happy Folk abound
banners swimming in the wind
the Northern Realms War

Drive out

heading to the west
miles of rolling prairie
black hills horizon

mid june

wispy clouds sky blue
green leaves shimmer in the trees
a cool summer breeze

Monday, June 1, 2015

June first

wispy clouds sky blue
green leaves shimmer in the trees
a cool summer breeze

Wednesday, May 20, 2015


small yellow faces
smell of blossoms on the wind
spring becomes summer

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Saturday, April 25, 2015

fly fishing

small hook and feathers
a fooled trout on my tippet
trout water dancing


napping while they fold
the unfairness of it all
children doing chores

Thursday, April 23, 2015

on the way home

a view through grey clouds
the maiden and her lover
dancing in the sky

Saturday, April 11, 2015


bright sun on green grass
armor glittering like gems
the smell of rattan

Saturday, March 28, 2015

maple syrup

white birch on blue sky
smell of wood smoke in my eye
making spring sugar

Friday, March 6, 2015

what Hans built

standing in shadow
watching the mountain recede
I too remember

Tuesday, March 3, 2015


that magic moment
watching winter turn to spring
a water droplet

Saturday, January 24, 2015


racing through the fog
watching the bare trees dance by
smelling of coffee

Friday, January 23, 2015


a warm winter night
snow making water then ice
teasing thoughts of spring

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

January thaw

light grey clouds, heavy
waiting to wake into green eyes filled with winter

Saturday, January 17, 2015

SNow shoes

white gems in the dark
such wonders of the night sky
sights while snow shoeing

Thursday, January 15, 2015


feeling of magic
clouds creeping across the sun
dusk on winter snow

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

after freezing breath
stepping out side after work
joy at seeing slush

Saturday, January 10, 2015

pushing the tooling cart

spears of sunlight bloom
piercing factory duct work
winters pale beauty

Thursday, January 8, 2015


wispy white on brown
cold imps dancing in the wind
January snow