Poetry in the Moment

hand-me-down shirts with elbows worn thin in dim twilight each boy's gaze tracks the couple  past the orphanage gate NeverEnding Story, ...

spring equinox half asleep, half awake to twilit skies Asahi Haikuist Network, March 20, 2026

this floating life ... tea leaves at the bottom of my chipped cup Asahi Haikuist Network, March 6 2026

sunlit edges softened with moss ... nameless headstone O2 Haiku, March 10 2026 

after the flooding in this tourist town the sound of a whiskey bottle tapping the dock O2 Haiku, February 3 2026

Politics of Distraction , XIII this golfball-brained man behind the Resolute Desk loves  inflation  ... a MAGA sign,  Donald   Trump        ...

In memory of David Hockney (9 July 1937 – 11 June 2026) Inspired by "A Bigger Splash" (1967) a cloud of droplets from the blue swi...

cherry blossoms between sips of tea birdsong Sakura Haiku Challenge 2026

I live as I dream alone, yet a sudden burst of morning birdsong 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, February 6 2026

two-feet higher fence new neighbour’s bulldog eyeing my beagle below 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, February 10, 2026

on the blade of grass drops of dew roll into one … dream within a dream 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, February 2 2026

Trump Empire, Inc. , XCIII A Family Values banner tangled with the flagpole atop the White House roof, silhouetted against the sunset. only ...

lopsided moon ... eyes fixed on my wife straddling me NeverEnding Story, June 6 2026 FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel and a prequel...

March snowstorm the prime minister drones on through the Green Bill Sense & Sensibility, March 2026

first light of the year in my dead father’s footsteps… a dream, and alive 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, January 30 2026

work, work and work etched across my office pane ... sunlight tinged gray Asahi Haikuist Network, February 6 2026

false dawn a Tai Chi apprentice twisting the breeze ESUJ-H, January, 2026

war news on mute our pot of tea steeps dark and darker Sense & Sensibility, January 2026

so much of life grows clearer with the years — her parting words yet grit like sand in my mouth whenever I repeat them NeverEnding Story, Ma...

At the edge of night, memories flare like lanterns drifting on a river. hospice window morning mist ghosting the blossoms Frogpond, 49:1, 20...