I am in the habit of writing haiku on bar napkins.

Here is a sampling.



     tea leaves—

I turn the cup this way

     that way


     zen garden—


     in my sneakers


modern haiku




     winter afternoon—

warming my hands

     with my hands






    quiet morning—

a songbird 

    left by the cat


    cough drop

in my coat pocket—

    last winter’s cold


    summer evening

in the crowded park

    human chess


bottle rockets