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Some Recent Poems Published

6/30/2022

Ribbons Spring/Summer, Volume 18, Number 2 (Page 94)

Silent Piano

My uncle had this beautiful piano. People told me he was pretty good, but I never heard him play. Even if I asked him. I do remember seeing him play his trombone with a big band a few times, though. For years, the piano sat in the den, like a decoration. Only kids really played on it. It's sad. I wonder why he stopped.

his old upright piano
silent in a corner
covered in knickknacks
echoes of old songs
played out of tune

Ribbons Winter: Volume 18, Number 1 (Page 72)

A Moment With Myself

sunset
over a quiet river
evening cricket song
i turn off
the radio

above the sea
orange fades into
the horizon
incoming tide
washing the day away

Self-Portrait: Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology (2021 Page 61)

grandma sews her quilts
while grandpa tells stories
in the parlor
both embroidering
in their own way

Two Recent Poems Published

4/22/2020

www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-thinking-outside-the-box/?fbclid=IwAR2H7JPCA_ultMyxbEQ4db_YbkGWV09wP-wUVlwIrerc-2uvNoFIuc15JzY

In the Darkness
Winter Solstice Eve. I get home from a long day. My two cats greet me. With meows, purrs, and scratching of the furniture. I empty some boxes of Christmas stuff that came in the mail. The kitties, of course, use the boxes. Climbing and hiding. After they’re through I take the boxes to the recycling bin. Unknown to me, one of the cats, the boy, sneaks out behind me. They are house cats. Hours later, I notice. Where’s Nugget? We search the house and then outside. Neighbors tell us there was a traumatized cat outside our door. But he’s nowhere to be found. We shake kitty treats, search trees, and bushes. It’s cold. No kitty.

winter solstice
cowered under bushes
out of the darkness
kitty reappears
happy reunion

He is all wide eyed. And his sister gave him the business. Every time the door opens since, he runs off and hides somewhere in the house.

Frogpond Winter 2020 (Page 13)

long hike on
a hot humid day
waterfall

Two Recent Poems Published

3/21/2020

www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-making-our-own-world/?fbclid=IwAR2bGDNjXc4ZWvqgu-akXmpe_mpZi1Ri5HIX-cZTonYiV7urCH-CFcBfTB8

Late January, we drove along the shoreline. It felt as though the car skated on ice. It swayed back and forth. Sandpiper swept the shoreline. Another group swirled in the winter breeze. A break from the continuous rainfall. The waves rushed in and returned again. My wife and I, almost completely alone. It felt like our beach. And out of nowhere, another bird appeared among the sandpiper and seagulls. It didn’t belong. Yet it did. A surprise.

out of the blue
sun peaks through winter clouds
ocean waves
an osprey perches, watches
from atop driftwood

https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-up-there/

Up There
I decide to stop time. Make time stand still. Not literally of course. Just stop. And walk. I walk some more. I look up at the trees. I listen to the birds. I smell the sea. I sip my coffee. I feel the breeze. And then sit on a piece of driftwood. At some point, I walk again. Time disappears.

i finally stop
observe my footprints
and rocky cliffs
an open journal page
sit up with the clouds

Two Recent Poems Published

6/27/2019

www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-a-mountain-with-your-name/

The Mountain
The mountain pass. Snowed in during the winter. Closed. During the summer, the windy road leads to a majestic blue lake. Snow still surrounds. Even though many travel. It feels like mine. Peace within.

serenity
something about the mountains
snow covered peaks
across the bridge toward
an unknown destination

/www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-ordinary-extraordinary/

5:30. Rush hour. A typical day north of Seattle. After teaching, I join my daughter, Emily, for coffee. We chat, sip our drinks, and read over resume stuff. I look up from our conversation and two ducks peer into the window at us. We laugh and join them outside.

city center mall
outside a café window
two ducks wander
a retention pond
behind the grocery store

Two Poems Published In Journals

7/16/2018

My first publication in both of these journals.

Ribbons Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 44)

my grandparents
would stop by
bring me treats and presents . . .
surprise visits
don't happen anymore

Frogpond Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 45)

roots and stump--
all that’s left
of our childhood treehouse

Latest Published Poem

7/12/2018

https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-oceans-of-our-lives/

oceans apart
and somewhere in between
wave after wave
that sweep my feet at
different times in my life

Haiku Interview

7/10/2018

http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/meet-the-prompters/roy-kindelberger

I'm the daily prompter for July. I'm really enjoying this!

Latest Poem

7/5/2018

https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-how-music-saves-us/

Healing
He sat at his keyboard. It’s set to Fender Rhodes. Because he likes that sound. He really didn’t know how to play. Yet he’d created the first notes to a song. His song. It echoes through his head. Like a song created over forty years ago. A song that eventually played for twenty-six minutes. A song that started with a single note.

in his forties
he left his old life
and started again
the healing begins
when he lets it

Book Signing: May 26th

4/22/2018

I'll be at the The Edmonds Bookshop on Saturday, May 26th, from 12-1, for a book signing. I haven't done one in awhile, so I'm excited. I'll be with two other authors. Here's the link:

http://www.edmondsbookshop.com/events.htm

Earth Hour Tanka Published

4/12/2018

https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-earth-hour/

i doze in my chair
with accompaniment of
crickets and frogs
the campfire slowly fades
into the midnight hour