my heart is dying
for this gambel’s quail crying
lovesick for a mate
senryu
human-nature haiku
Inferno
menopause is dry
as wood chips but it’s kindling
for warm winter fires
Juggernautical chaos
do not even need
to write poem about life
title says it all
Smoldering
From fires of young years
live embers lie smoldering
in the ash of age.
—Cave Outlaw (1900–1996), Autumn Walk, 1974
Weather reports 2023
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
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JULY 19
july the nineteenth
overnight low temp
of ninety-seven degrees
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OCTOBER 19
october nineteenth
one hundred and three degrees
climate change is hoax
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NOVEMBER 6
day before winter
ninety-three degrees
summer-autumn in phoenix
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NOVEMBER 8
dear gods of weather —
will it ever rain again
in bone-dry phoenix?
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NOVEMBER 14
now a week into winter
high: eighty-eight F degrees
that’s not fahrenheit
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NOVEMBER 18
i begged & pleaded
for rain but now bemoaning
winter mosquitoes
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DECEMBER 6
really, december:
high of eighty-two degrees?
oh no you didn’t!
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DECEMBER 21
on midwinter day
seventy-seven degrees
a sunburned solstice
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Squashed
cancel culture is
political correctness
overcorrecting
Sweet life
age split a cherry
midlife is the pit
sweet and ripe surround
Shrewd
cactus is not cruel
it is just so damn thirsty
you’d be prickly too
Perimenopause
freed pubescent girl
finally crawls out of time
into middle age
December windows open
cold winter night wind
warms my soul but chills my bones
spring sleeps in the earth
Cutthroat
squeeze tight — dollars drip,
lay off loyalty — tears drop,
squeeze tighter — cents bleed
Winter falling
cold gray rainy day
watching winter’s last leaves fall
from my cozy bed
Movie review
good luck to you, leo grande
emma thompson — you
are my new hero