defrosting

slowly, the puddle
grows, signaling the sudden
need to defrost fridge

crabby

golden french fries sit
beside two large lumps of lump
crabcakes for summer

Sharpsburg

from different eras
three soldiers walk out of past
and down empty street

ginger

bite of ginger orange
balances against the sour tang
of creamy yoghurt

4 am

beyond, a rumble
on the map green and yellow
push through the area

thunderstorm

promised since weekend
but never manifested
cooling thunderstorms

alas

from balmer the call
surgery again, next week
more ret'na torture

tuesday

the sun emerges
bringing a pounding headache
time for a nice nap

bok choi and broccoli

a medley of greens,
tasty bok choi and broccoli
dark green on jadite

greens

overwhelmed by green
i prepare waffle iron for
chard experiment

pick-ups

turnips, carrots, chard
parade for us at Clagett
a beauty contest

dutifully, i
fill my cooler with crisp greens
and tick off my share

tangy mustards snap
tastebuds awake, no longer snoozing
from dry morning toast


a round, green eye stares
annoyed cat behind grey mesh
on his way to home

evening commute

leaving the office
two birds tussle in ginko
squalling for supper

at the bridge, two deer—
please don't leap at my fender,
i like it complete.

halfway home, small shape,
tail straight up, chipmunk scurries
rushing home itself

a mile or so left,
brown feathers swoop across road,
the young eagle perches

oil slick

listen to npr
tears gather at bp story
coastal destruction

soul slicked with oil, as
hard to breathe, as for oysters
and smothered shore life

twang

grumbling and tense
i check messages and find
a google-y guitar

despite frustrations
serial google-y creations
always make me smile

home again home again

all day, mad running
deep in one conversation
then run to the next

home empty, bed bare,
without cat or companion,
home and self echo

homeward bound

An overcast sky
echoes my grey reflections:
I am homeward bound.

X marks the spot, with
abstract heiroglyphs, contrails,
man scratches the sky

restless

Beside me you snore,
a gentle growl as i toss
and watch you sleep on.

red rock

starkly in contrast
chartreuse lichens wiggle, blotch
fiercely red sandstone

a riot of color
blue sky wisps with marestail clouds
o'er bright sandstone walls

At night, nude girls leer
behind the stage. Smoke haze blurs
the musicians' songs.

two friends and some thread

Baguette and nunchucks

Mr. Frenchie and Ninja

Our alter egos.

UGH

so stressed; need to get
three thousand miles away
for some perspective

like a bunch of twigs
my spine, my soul, feels brittle
so ready to snap

office politics

grace under pressure
i wonder what that's like as
i shoot off my mouth

5.30 am

a cardboard box lid
resembles cat vomit seen
without my glasses

cannot sleep again.
is it my new lot to awaken
with hurting stomach?

is it my body
keeping me from a sound sleep,
or the stress of work?

starting to wonder
if it might not be so bad
to not have a job

long day

another long day,
at last mile home I spy
red fox crossing road

From zero to many

So confused: days passed

and I saw no new haiku.

Now they are here. Huh?

staff cuts

more cuts of colleagues,
yet money for execs. sooooo,
who will do the work?

flux

through office window
the sun shines brightly, while in
the office storms toss

mother's day

mom makes for family
cream of crab soup and crab cakes
but can't make peace

17 more

Oui, oui, I'll add one.

Here in France thinking: we must

keep writing haiku.

wind!

idle tresses lift
the wind plays havoc with hair
and with dancing trees

MVA

Friday, MVA
is it third circle of Hell
or just the lobby?

piratz party

chatting with Yermo;
while he waxes on bike trip,
'ratz party on deck

no walking the plank
rather, tequila dixie
cup offering made

Tame pirates party.
We chat in dark corner on
Yermo at Deale's Gap.

lost id

carded at the brick
my lost ID discovered
but not regained

tues

back in the office
like a plunge into ice water
return to deadlines

monday

a slow morning start
followed by mac and cheese
and then a parting

tilghmans

wiggly in water
W+W
reflects M+M

a patchwork of rust,
plywood, miscellaneous
scrap: Crow Brothers II

oyster boats in dock—
deadrise, tonger, or draketail—
gather rust and rest

at glen echo

atop "Pop Corn"
paleolithic Pac Men
are guarding Glen Echo