Poetry in the Moment

the setting sun floods potato fields with crimson a migrant looks up at geese flying south tinywords, 17:1, 2017

alone outside the abortion clinic ... a teenager stretches her hand to catch falling rose petals Cattails, April 2017

first night of deportation ... a child looking at the grass covered with frost Cattails, April 2017

night by night the cricket songs grow weaker no one comes to see me except the shadows Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

no more loon calls as the sun sets in flames of color alone by the lake of my aging mind Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

go back to where you came from ... a yellow leaf tossing and turning with each gust of wind Chinese Translation 你從哪裡來 就滾回哪裡去 ... 一...

at the top of the ferris wheel alone with a harvest moon and my immigrant dream Haiku Canada Review, 11:1, 2017

April snowflakes rearrange hometown memories in the lineup I wait for a brand new permanent resident card tinywords, 16:2,18 January 2...

the edge of a long silence between us -- two swans on the lake flapping their wings Gusts, 24, Fall/Winter 2016

home sweet home in the promised land: my attic room ten-square feet with a fifth corner of the sky NeverEnding Story, October 11, 2016

midnight moon ... a war veteran stabbing and slashing his mind-demons onto the canvas NeverEnding Story, October 24, 2016

no lights on in his mother's new house ... the clip-clop of his Wild Horse skateboard fading into the night TSA 2016 Members’ Anth...

inspired by the 9/11  Memorial Fountain at the footprint of each tower that once stood vast emptiness ( loss and grief ) surrounded by...

sleepless again... I turn in bed waiting for the moonlight to fill the emptiness on her side of the bed NeverEnding Story, August 15, ...

to Langston Hughes steep terrain and long rows of grape vines . . . my migrant dream dries up like a raisin under a scorching sun Rev...

the fog rolling over the border town . . . refugees walk along train tracks toward a blood moon Skylark, 4:2, Winter 2016

a wine glass of the winter sky ... silence and my shadow wait side by side Whispers, August 11, 2016

sparrows pecking at a crust of bread on the sidewalk an old man and his dog cocooned together NeverEnding Story, August 9, 2016

my young friend now speaks English without an accent ... the wu-long tea I drink tasting so bitter Ribbons, 12:3, Fall 2016

first snowfall on the long way home any words would be less cold than this silence between the two of us Revision, Ribbons, 12:3, Fall...