stained with water marks
hangs on my attic wall --
Silent Night floats
from the Christmas parade
Gusts, 15, Spring/Summer 2012
Christmas Eve …
a wooden Jesus
and its shadow
Modern Haiku, 43:1, Feb., 2012
I Remember
those days when we were like sheep herded into church by missionaries and told to keep our heads down, backs straight, and hands folded.
"Our Father in heaven, …Give us this day our daily bread… deliver us from evil."
Christmas Eve --
I turn my back on Jesus
to face the moon
Multiverses,1, June 2012
drifting in from the neighbors --
I relearn Chinese
Second Place, North Carolina Poetry Society Lyman Haiku Award (2011)
Anthologized in Pinesong
(Comment by Judge Roberta Beary:This
haiku contrasts two images: hazy holiday relaxation and the study of a
difficult language. Perhaps relearning Chinese is a resolution for the
New Year or perhaps not. A good haiku leaves something to the reader's
imagination. Reading aloud the poem reveals the subtle link between its
first two words and its last. The mixture of auditory and visual images
makes this a prize-winning haiku)
Silent Night
from the next-door neighbor
becomes louder . . .
I talk in circles
with my shadow on the wall
Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015
walking alone
with my old shepherd
on Christmas day
the tumultuous crowding
of memories
Atlas Poetica, 18, 2014
Christmas snow
can angels dance
on a pinhead?
Honourable Mention, Shintai Haiku Selection, World Haiku Review, January 2011
Christmas morning
my neighbor's kid cuts off
his snowman's head
Sketchbook,7: 2, March/April 2012
the TV beams
one war after another
into my room . . .
silent night, holy night
drifting through my mind
Atlas Poetica, 20, January 2015
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