Tribal Fear Tanka

nodding our heads

we pass each other like this 

for seven years ...

my old neighbor's tribal fear

of the Other [like me]

Haiku Page, 11, 2025

Forever Tanka

Father's breath

fades into forever ...

I gaze out 

his hospice window

at the moon, its fullness

Haiku Page, 11, 2025

reprinted in Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, February 12 2026

Social Distancing Haiku

social distancing
the darkness
between winter stars

Haiku Page, 10, 2020

Sharp Knife of His Gaze Tanka

... but where
are you really from?
the sharp knife of his gaze
tries to pry open
my immigrant memories

Haiku Page, 10, 2020