Published haiku/senryu

I mostly write in the haibun genre, which is a mix of prose and haiku. Thus, I don't submit many individual haiku to publication outlets and some haiku posted below are published as part of a haibun composition.

I. Recent haiku/senryu in haiku journals

midday hush
the rasp of a mallard
calling his mate

~ Heron's Nest

spring sun—
cedar waxwings fill
the leafless plum

~ Heron's Nest

meditation class—
he begins by contemplating
the blonde's navel

~ Simply Haiku, Senryu section

divorce proceedings—
things hers, not his
his, not hers

~ Simply Haiku, Senryu section

garage cleaning day
my father's fishing pole
coated in dust

~ tiny words

rain shower—
too big to squeeze
between the drops

~ World Haiku Review

once purple—
the gray thistle slumps
toward earth

~ World Haiku Review

where only yesterday
I heard the owl's mating call—
golden leaves

~ World Haiku Review

II. Recent haiku/senryu as part of a haibun in haibun journals

owl’s call—
boots squeak on
dry snow

contemporary haibun online

campfire talk—
light flickers among
the shadows

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

wine glasses touch—
the top button of her blouse
not undone

~ Contemporary Haibun

fire embers—
moths flutter in and out
of the light

~ contemporary haibun online

the sound of a splash!
ripples shatter
the moon's reflection

~ contemporary haibun online

lucky moon—
even when waning, no one
threatens to replace you

~ contemporary haibun online

late spring romance—
a thorn bush flush
with wild roses

~ Haiku Harvest, Haibun

political orthodoxy—
spruce bows sag under the weight
of pure white snow

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

campfire talk—
light flickers among
the shadows

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

crescent moon
still I turn my gaze back
to the muddied path

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

mail delivery—
the sound of a dog
not barking

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

sunrise—
the cat sleeps
in the dog's bed

~ Simply Haiku, Haibun Section

thanksgiving eve—
the last leaves soon to fall
from the tree

~ Contemporary Haibun

day's end—
the long shadow
cast by a pebble

~ tiny words