October 31, 2014

October 30, 2014

October 29, 2014

how traffic reports
only stop being jargon
as we’re nearing home


October 28, 2014

today’s true story
is about a teenager
who still likes his hugs


October 27, 2014

outlines on the beach
where the castles stood
anniversary


October 26, 2014

October 25, 2014

the train whistle seems
lonelier than usual
counting the hours


October 24, 2014

oh, flying squirrel
no one will believe us
once we’re both home


October 23, 2014

October 22, 2014

I was wrong
about those last leaves clinging
they were letting go


October 21, 2014

October 19, 2014

October 18, 2014

October 17, 2014

October 15, 2014

October 14, 2014

October 13, 2014

October 12, 2014

October 11, 2014

turning an apple
trying for a single peel
I hold my childhood


October 10, 2014

October 09, 2014

amidst the splendor
one tree is already bare
visiting mom


October 08, 2014

autumn rain
and the way it drips
into my dreams



Special bonus! Here is this haiku as translated into Esperanto by my friend Steven Brewer:

aŭtuna pluvo kaj kiel ĝi gutetas en miajn sonĝojn

October 07, 2014

October 06, 2014

twenty pounds of grapes
seems like a jackpot
until we get home


October 05, 2014

October 04, 2014

October 03, 2014

winter comes closer
with each passing mile — 
our long drive north


October 02, 2014

garden stalks
bent low with their last blooms
full of bumblebees


October 01, 2014

early autumn
the robin’s two-note warning
as the leaves turn