baking & breaking bread


Unroll sack and let tiny dense kernels flow though fingers. Grinder whines as hard wheat berries pour in. After clatter, textured flour pours out in full measure. Sprinkle in dead salt, live yeast. Add hot (not too hot) water; then amber liquid of oil and honey. Feel need to hand knead or let stand mixer work dough with hook. Form french loaves with firm hands. Rise to heavenly heights and bake to golden crustiness.

Famished sons enter farm kitchen, following aroma of fresh bread. Barely time to find knife with serrated teeth to carve warm slices. Spread butter’s melting fatness and serve. Chew through crunchy crust into mouth-watering homemade sustenance. The next slice begs for honey or jam. Be careful to hide second loaf for later!


basic food for life

gathered from farmers’ hard work

hunger satisfied


A non-traditional homemade haibun, definitely not gluten free!  Photo courtesy of my son.

why rake trees?



withered leaves on wind

when life-giving flow dries up

let thoughtless words go



Response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt on “withered leaves” and John Piper’s devotional, Words for the Wind.

vaccinate me!

(NOT to be read aloud to the grandchildren)


i think…

humans are

badly bent

whether or

not we will

admit to this

strange urge to

throw a knife

jump off cliff

drive up tree

lay on tracks

leave family

torture cats

kick the dog

slash a tire

graffiti walls

start a fire

liar, liar!  pull

down pants, do

lewd dance, act

out proud, curse

out loud;  an


sick as that

needs to be


from its own

dis-ease… i’m

on my knees

God help me,




A confessional sort of poem shared with dVerse poets



we pull on a mask

or put on the face

true identity, you ask?

hidden without trace


surgery can reduce

or augment one’s chest

we wax, tan, and mousse

to look (expensive) best


switch your gender

buy youth extender

monied culture of pretender



Join De at dVerse…for a change




wild swoop over wheat

blackbirds caw in unison

ominous wing beat

storm clouds darken horizon

thunder rumbles threat of hail



Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai featuring “blackbird” kigo.

red amaryllis

Joining Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem with winter “kigo”, amaryllis.


celebrating sixth

winter of granddaughter’s birth

given grace to bloom


lydia grace-13

to january, with love


January is a schoolmarm in a one-room schoolhouse on the frozen North Dakota prairie. She wears a gray woolen dress and peers over her spectacles with sharp grey eyes. Better be on time, sit up straight, and memorize your lessons so you’re ready when called on to recite. Here’s a clean slate and a bucket for fetching coal.

January is a team of malamutes ready to pull new sled. They wiggle and whine as musher harnesses them together; experienced dogs in front. He pats each one and slips them treats as they lick his gloved hand. Well-bred and muscular, January’s eager for the arduous adventure ahead. With a shove and a shout, we’re off.

January is a precipitous game of chance. It freezes and sneezes as icicles and noses drip. Weather rages stormy blizzard, then melts to muddy puddles. Celebration left in the past, until someone’s birthday or you migrate south. Glum with fevers or gorgeous with snowflakes, January is faceted garnet – a real germ…excuse me, gem.

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first month of the year

opens possibilities

Latin word for door







Joining Kim at dVerse Poets with this (rather unconventional) haibun for January.

dark prophet


photo & inspiration from Frank J. Tassone


no more ugly americans

Write a sonnet? We’re on it…join us at dVerse Poets pub.


Nation in danger when politics rule
Tyranny takes away power from fools
Everyone divided is fascist goal
Everyone’s private life under control
Left’s thought police want to strip away rights
Right’s arming themselves for future gunfights
Name-calling reveals our lack of respect
Angry tantrums reveal moral defect
Democracy works when wisdom prevails
But tyrants take over when self-rule fails
America’s greatness in books on shelves
We will be ruled if we don’t rule ourselves
Let’s learn to debate in civilized way
United AND diverse, in strength today.


Often sonnets are love poems and I do love America. But we Americans can give too much “weight” to politicians / politics of power and miss the greater picture of “We, the people”. Can we celebrate plurality but not force conformity? Can we discuss our differences and respect all persons? Let’s each work on our own character rather than defame another’s. No more being “ugly” to fellow Americans!



winter artistry

pointed in six directions

crystalline magic

shaped sharply symmetrical

an original design




january 2nd

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “fuyukasumi” prompt  🙂


national park service photo




melt, my heart


photo from pixabay


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