Husband Haibun Poems

A wife drops a sock on the floor, she bends down to pick it up and sees another sock under the bed and crawls under...

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         BILOCATION

    This is a happenstance of early last Century . An Indian saint...

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January years ago, confused far away I was with the cold.
Landed in Bristol on a snowy  airport, as snowed were the meadows and frosted...

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The Franklin Mountains are a succession of jagged peaks, as if the earth had sprouted the spiny backbone of a monstrous, petrified beast. Each tip...

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All day the sun hibernated in the gray clouds. In its absence, a winter wind had woven the corners of the kitchen window with tiny...

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Sadly, I was never blessed with having children. About 30 years ago I dreamed that my husband (now late husband) and I had twin girls,...

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Every so often I let my young self-take me back to the past. A time when I had just met my husband. We would go...

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We crept down a meandering country road, gravel crackling underneath our tires. The countryside stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown, and...

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driving our kids west . . .
our past life vanishing in
the rear view mirror

I don’t recall many details about our move to California. My husband’s...

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I nudged my way through the throng of women and positioned myself at the starting line—an archway of variegated pink balloons.  It was mid-October,...

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If only I could ... go back in time and like a mystic change my life path with 
a magic wand.  So, many things...

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Happy?
I thought that's what I was for so long,
Enough to say it every time someone would ask.
But the sound of my voice would always falter...

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kickball and biking
swinging on swings at the park . . .
youth’s sweet vibrant spark

Memories of my childhood and teenage years are probably the strongest of...

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I have a collection of sorts. It’s not the kind of collection you will find on a shelf or copied in a book or arranged...

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The pitter-patter of rain strikes the window pane on this Thanksgiving Day.
Glimpsing around the decorated table that has brought us together as my grandson says...

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