Poetry in the Moment

moonlit icicles dripping from the eaves ... another night alone with my drunken self haunted by her absence Take 5ive, 2026

a long walk home after my first AA meeting a neon sign brings the flavour of beer to the tip of my tongue I repeat to myself a day of sobrie...

right place, wrong time? this five-glass-of-wine haze of jet lag NeverEnding Story, June 14, 2025 FYI: This is a response senryu to the foll...

the lone cry of a goose out of the flock ... my drunken shadow and I slow-dance to the sound of our migrant memory Ribbons, 21:1, 2025

night walk from drizzle to sleet to snow -- this years-old game of  would have, could have, should have with my drunken shadow NeverEnding S...

a  l o n e togethermemyolddogdrunkshadow Failed Haiku, 9:103, 2024

midnight wander my drunk shadow and old dog set their own paces The Bamboo Hut, September 2024

glass after glass ... more reeling, knock-down fights with my drunken shadow folk ku, 3, 2024

what am I supposed to do? Hit my nagging wife when she keeps on like rain dripping?  my old neighbor whines at the trial coverage, while ho...

one more glass  to make it this year's last ... pre-AA meeting tsuri-dōrō, 19, Jan/Feb 2024

in the ring jabs, missed punches and clenches ... round after round I fight my drunken shadow Failed Haiku, 8:96, December 2023

first AA meeting a whiff of whiskey or all in my mind? Cold Moon Journal, October 2 2023

alone again I pour another whiskey and wait  for the first light of dawn and her return ... or not  folk ku, 2, 2023

the clock's hands meet as the last customers leave in dim barlight glass after glass this impulse to drink away my past   Haiku Canada R...

alone again during Happy Hour in dim light I raise the last glass  to my reflection Failed Haiku, 8:93, September 2023

reading between the lives and writing between the lines , LXXX Subject: thanksgiving alone To: my self [stuck in life]  From: me Date: Novem...

Breaking News! New national poll shows hypothetical Biden-Trump rematch in a tie. Like blowflies, these black, boldfaced words buzz around ...

laid off ... my drunken shadow stalking what's left of the night Cold Moon Journal, January 6 2023

in dim streetlight  I stagger out of the bar ... rough-and-tumble conversations with my shadow spill into the cold bare-knuckle brawling wit...

alone again with my drunken shadow at the edge of night ... my friend died from heartbreak and I am still alive NeverEnding Story, December ...