new moon —
my pillow smells
like a dog

almost easter...
the faceless mannequin wears
a pretty pink dress

for Kaji Aso, who is mentioned in this Boston Globe article:

last days of Winter —
the old dog catches
the firefly

Monday morning —
the blinding glare
of empty beer bottles

Redemption Center —
a shopping cart full
of last night’s party

remembering Grandpa
died at my age...
stiff March wind

spring snow —
finches build a nest
in a dried-out wreath

first day of Spring —
cigarette butts emerge
from the snow pile

March Madness —
bright sunshine
and snow

Ides of March —
the persistent whining
of my hard drive

Ides of March —
a hitchhiker
standing in the snow

Ides of March —
charred remains
of a house on the Rez

evening commute —
a helicopter hovers
over the moon

New England fog —
an 18-wheeler
eases into my lane

New England fog —
a State Trooper
parked by the overpass

March sunshine —
a fly at the bottom
of an empty wine bottle

filing my taxes —
dandelion seeds
in the air

moonless night —
a stray dog
barks at nothing

crescent moon —
did that woman really
wink at me?

a sudden gust —
my daughter tells me
she’s off the Pill

cold March day —
my 14 year-old son
and a broken PC

snow in the forecast —
an extra thumb tack
in my tropical postcard

Ash Wednesday —
on second thought
make it a dark roast

Ash Wednesday —
the receptionist stares at me
with her third eye

mardi gras —
a portable TV
in the 9th Ward

mardi gras —
the second day
of my diet

mardi gras —
the neighborhood stray
answers to “Katrina”