to track up my snow
mourning dove wings
Category: haiku
lost
idiolect are you
my mutter
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page
January
the shrinking circle of my needs
distant gunshots
the new tattoo
has turned scaly
growing needles
in an icy fog—
perjury charges
out before dawn
the perfect fit of foot
to footprint
American bittersweet
the great poet’s death
trending on Twitter
mountain gorge
we climb to gaze at the stream’s
effortless descent
power plant plumes
dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind
