18rh birthday

eighteenth birthday
she dances with a stranger
my daughter's daughter
if I feel such a pain
how about her father

from my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

Coffee mug

the coffee mug
with our pictures on it
that you gave me
before your sudden death
still unopened in its box

Full moon

full moon and empty arms

so hard to fill the void

she left behind

(another full moon variation)

Cyberbullying

one more girl
commits suicide
from cyber bullying

(from a recent news)

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th
I shoo a black cat
from my driveway

New York Terrorism

12 YEARS AFTER, REMEMBERING 9/11

New York Terrorism

simple math

six hijackers

to six thousand dead

innocence crumbles

among New York rubble

September rain

patriotic fervor

the geraniums

remain in bloom

blood-stained sun

sinks in the rubble

twilight of hopes

the Vietnam vet buys

red, white and blue tulips

memorial garden

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

but first published in

World Haiku Review

Vol. 1, Issue 3, November 2001

Runaway

not even a drizzle
in the barren plain
their runaway son