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October 31, 2004

vote for a kid-centered halloween

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 10:58 am

[big In many ways, adults have hijacked Halloween — e.g., “google” Halloween +cancel>.  We vote to center Halloween on children and having fun.

As a start, we’re going to feature Halloween and autumn haiku that have been selected in recent years in The Nicholas A. Virgilio Memorial Haiku Competition for Grades 7-12, which is sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:


my feelings
behind a mask

…………………………………….  Krista Dodds, age 16, Iowa, 1996

leaf pattern
rearranged by the wind

Bridget Leary, grade 12, Iowa, 1998

leaf gray

finding myself
between the willows—
autumn evening

Adam Rauch, grade 12, Pa., 1998

autumn afternoon
hole in the stone wall
a perfect frame

Nathaniel B. Gach, grade 12, Pa. 2000

the pumpkin patch—
children’s faces aglow

Brooke Erschen, Grade 12, Iowa, 2001 pumpkin2

on an old
cemetery stone
my name

……………………………. James Isaak, grade 12, Iowa, 2002

autumn wind
rattles the glass—
a child’s breath

………………….. Travis Moore, Grade 8, N.Y.,2001



13th Halloween:
our baby says
it’s just for babies

…………………………………………………….. [Oct. 31, 2004)

Hunter's Moon sm: one-breath pundit




    • Overlawyered.com posts today on an important issue for children: we agree with the NYS

      high court — “Letting Children Witness Abuse Not Ground for Taking Them

    • It must be post-sugar-trauma syndrome (yes, I delved into the candy early), but I agree with


      Prof. Bainbridge today about, cats and dogs, crooked business, and needing to close his eyes after the election.

    • Cliche Curse Recount: EEk! Lots of tv Talking Heads mentioned The Bambino today; and the weblogiverse is stuffed with “early/often” humor. Click to search “vote early” +often +blog>.
    • One-day-late birthday greetings to one-year-old Benjamin Volokh!
    • Did you know that the first jack-o-lanterns were made from turnips?

October 30, 2004

first thing we do — let’s kill all the cliches!

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:59 pm

day before yesterday
yesterday, today…
mountain cuckoo




Our recent kvetch about campaign cliches [synonyms ain’t sins], did absolutely no good.  Still,

we make one more very specific plea to America’s media, in a desperate attempt to preserve

the sanity of the nation:

Please stop saying “vote early and often” or variations thereon

(you know who you are)


vampC Your editor’s humble hope: by next Wednesday, we will no longer have to hear the

above-referenced phrase (which is attributed to Chicago Mayor William Hale Thompson) AND

no longer be tortured with broadcasters saying “Curse of the Bambino.” 


  • Prediction: deserved or not, with thousands of attorneys-at-election in high lawsuit alert, we will be hearing a lot more cursing at lawyers this week, and quoting of Shakespeare’s Dick the Butcher (see Shakespeare and Lawyers), should litigation prevent an election decision by early Wednesday. (see our Election Day plea.)

  • Prediction:  Coronation of a former ballet dancer in Phnon Penh does not foreshadow                   no w

    the re-coronation of a former male cheer leader along the Potomac.

  • Quixotic Jim Moore is dreaming of a Boston triple crown.  We’d settle for the first two legs.

  • Speaking of killing the language: Dave Winer and Martin Grace are continuing the weblog

    community’s sad history of lingusitic violence — amplifying upon the onomatopoetic “b-word.”

    This being a violence-free zone, I shall not repeat their neanderthal neolisms here.

Even without elections, Master Issa seems to have faced similar problems in 19th Century Japan:

sing, cuckoo!
you’re just about curing
my headache

our ceremony
just a lot of noise
to the cuckoo


haiku by Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue 



t-shirt clearance —  

not buying the Boston curse

even for a dollah


                                       [Oct. 30, 2004]


Update (Oct. 31, 2004):  It’s apparently a Hackneyed Halloween  (see Cliche Curse Recount).

October 29, 2004

aai says: pull the plug on the exit polling pool

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 6:54 pm

The American Antitrust Institute is again calling for a breakup of the big-media joint venture that puts

all exit polling eggs in one basket.  Renamed Voter News Service Risks Another Failure (Oct. 29, 2004)


off button n  “[O]n two previous occasions all the major media combined their exit polling operations

into one organization that had spectacular failures. Now they are doing it again, except that they have re-

named their joint operation the “National Election Pool.” The American Antitrust Institute reiterates

its call for competition in the exit polling market, and again urges the antirust enforcers to investigate

whether the cooperating media organizations are violating the antitrust laws.”

(See our post-election update.)


sitting on her eggs
the chicken admires
the peony


the chicken stares
at the man…
a long day



 Issa, translated by David G.                                                                                                                  rooster sil neg


  • postscript (8 P.M.)  Have you noticed that the Fool has not made it to his Forest much lately?  It seems that “Real Life” has been keeping George Wallace from his fun/artsy Fool weblog, and from the insurance-oriented Declarations & Exclusions.  Despite having clients to serve, George managed to find time to be interviewed by Insurance Journal, [Blogging the Insurance Law, Oct. 26, 2004] and the audio of the interview can be found here.   George blows his own horn, here.

    • rooster sil George “tells IJ why he started the blog, who reads it, and why his may just be the beginning of a trend in online insurance communication.”   It’s an interesting conversation with a dulcet-toned, sagacious “fool.”  One complaint:  George keeps saying “blogs”, despite having eschewed the term for aesthetic purposes in cyberspace.  He also calls Walter Olson a lawyer, but probably won’t have to fear a defamation suit from the litigatiphobic Olson.

Scherer seeks solutions to flu vaccine shortages

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 4:58 pm

   coming down
   with a cold and fever


medbag  In a working paper released today by the American Antitrust Institute, Emeritus Professor and AAI Senior Fellow F.M. Scherer examines various reasons advanced for the current shortage of flu vaccine in the U.S., and finds that multiple sourcing with excess capacity built-in would yield more benefits than it costs. An Industrial Organization Perspective on the Influenza Vaccine Shortage  (F. M. Scherer, AAI Working Paper 04-03, October 29, 2004)


colon  My old standby Master Issa had no antitrust haiku for this post, but he did know a little

something about illness and cures:



the silkworm doctor
has so many patients…
little girl



first autumn morning–
a fever-curing
kind of sky

                                                                                                                ambulance ambulance f

all haiku by Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue 

just Wright for an autumn day

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 2:55 pm

Forget law or politics, and even Halloween plans.  Let’s spend a few quiet minutes

with the haiku of literary giant Richard Wright [author of Native Son and Black Boy



        I am nobody:

A red sinking autumn sun

         Took my name away

                                leaf red



     This still afternoon

Is full of autumn sunlight

     And spring memories.




     If pumpkins could talk,

I am sure they would be






     A skinny scarecrow

And its skinnier shadow

      Fleeing a cold moon.




leaf gray  from Haiku: This Other World  (a collection of over 800 haiku,

published in 1998, almost 40 years after the author’s death).  A great haiku introduction or gift.


  • Before being distracted by Richard Wright, I had planned to feature
    scarecrow haiku today.  You can find some of my favorite Issa’s scarecrow

    poems at his Tea Party in the Sidebar.

scare crow cover  Find scarecrow haiku by many poets in The Scare Crow: A Collection of Haiku

& Senryu (Leroy Kanterman, Ed., Hiroake Sato, translator, Red Moon Press, 1999)



candy for goblins

brought home too soon —

last-minute trip to buy more


                                       [Oct. 28, 2004]


Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:06 pm

vampC  one-breath pundit  

tiny check  Whether they think they’re sending me a trick or a treat, I grow increasingly

weary with folk (many of them beloved friends and relatives) who hit the Forward icon to

send me email that spreads (1) fantastic rumors about the supposed sins of others —

usually with a political motivation, (2) health scares, (3) boycott schemes, or (4) sappy pop-

psychology and feel-good pap (often allegedly written by terror victims or celebrities).

  • yesterday, it was misleading accusations about Starbucks maltreatment of American soldiers

    in Iraq — read the details at snopes.com. [for more on this story see Caliban and TaxLaw Prof]

  • recently it was silly “facts” about Theresa Heinz Kerry’s ownership of foreign

    factories and outsourcing (actually the family trust owns but 4% of the Heinz Company)

Click here to read my plea last May to stop sending me such cyber b.s. (basically, anything that

says “send this to all your friends”).  Today, I want to repeat that it is simply too easy to check

out such rumors — I go first to purporal.com — for responsble people to Forward them without

attempting to verify them.  (See Virtual Chase on internet hoaxes.)




a nuisance–
even mountain cherry blossom
rumors fly



from Issa, translated by D.G. Lanoue 



  • p.s.  In the spirit of avoiding rumor-mongering, I will not speculate on the reasons for the settlement today of Bill O’Reilly’s sexual harassment lawsuit — nor even link to it.  (But, don’t you just hate it when settlement papers are kept secret?)

Hbag n

October 28, 2004

lunar eclipse haiku recap

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 1:28 am

Hunter's Moon sm: [larger image, by Lloyd Overcash]

eclipse tonight –
no cover
no rain date

clouds encircle
the full moon
– awaiting the hunter

floating on the river
Hunter’s Moon

so orange!
tawny, she corrects
– Blood Moon

out of the shadow

……………………………………………….. by dagosan:

he critiques
the eclipse

……………… by Kobayashi Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue

baseball see NASA post “total lunar eclipse” (Oct. 13, 2004)

one-breath pundit

tiny check Despite the wonder-full full eclipse last night, your Editor’s punditry circuits seem filled with campaign agita this morning. Rather than ruin the mood of this Eclipse Recap, I’m moving today’s deep-breath punditry inside the weblog. It features “Serious Catholic Voters,” Bainbridge’s Hobbits, Obama, and Hummers.

live weblogging the eclipse – #4

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:38 am

out of the shadow










eclipse weblogging by dagosan


see #1, #2 #3, recap

live weblogging the eclipse – #3

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:28 am

wow, it’s orange!

tawny, she corrects

_ _ Blood Moon


“hunter’s moon sm”




live weblogging the eclipse – #2

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:24 am



floating in the river

Hunter’s Moon


pumpkin2 . . . . . .

live weblogging the eclipse

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:21 am

full moon

encircled by clouds

— awaiting the hunter



                                           full moon








eclipse weblogging by dagosan

see #2 #3 #4, recap

October 27, 2004

a humble professor?

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 12:36 pm

We lawyers, law students and webloggers know few if any humble professors.  buddha

Prof. David G. Lanoue‘s excuse is that he’s an English professor and haiku scholar.  He

has contributed mightily to haiku-lovers and this weblog with his lovingly translated

versions of the haiku of Japanese haiku master Issa – found at The Haiku of Kobayashi Issa.


Today, I want to feature David’s own poetry, which can be found throughout his two novels

Haiku Guy and The Laughting Buddha  [click the links for access to sample chapters]





the moon and I


    to eclipse



old stone bridge

whether I cross it

       or not


living dangerously

  the kite skims

      the river


getting drunk

       on my arm

the tavern mosquitos



      backyard moon

mosquitos rush the poem

haiku guy neg  You can find more poems by David G. Lanoue at his World Haiku webpage

and by clicking the links in our Honored Guest Archive 


eclipse tonight —

no cover

no rain date


                                       [Oct. 27, 2004] . . . . don’t forget the Blood Moon eclispse tonight ………………………… Hunter's Moon sm


one-breath pundit  

    • Futurballa’s Rick Coencas was kind enough to refer his artsy visitors to this site for “real haiku,” after

      penning [see correction below] twenty-one “Jewish Haiku.”   Many of them would cause a haiku purist to moan “oy ve!”, but they sure are fun.  Two examples:

      Testing the warm milk
      on her wrist, she sighs softly.
      But her son is forty.


      Seven-foot Jews in
      the NBA slam-dunking!
      My alarm clock rings.


Correction (Oct. 28, 2004):  I have just discovered that Rick did not compose the fine haiku

collection.  He believed they were written by Anon Ymous, an internet spirit.  However, Mr.

Google has helped me learn that the poems are from Haikus for Jews : For You, a Little Wisdom, by DAVID M. BADER (Harmony, 1999). [112 pages. Get it at Amazon for $9.56; but, there are bargains on it in their marketplace!]

Finally, despite rumors and Google results to the contrary, this David Giacalone is not medavidgIt

That’s right:  I am not an influential, wealthy, Italian wheeler-dealer, journalist, politico, media titan.

(and I’m not to blame for the translation work done by Google’s Language Tool)  Do you think he’s irked that the weblog of this broken down ex-lawyer tops the Google search for “David Giacalone”?

October 26, 2004

heads-up: hunter’s moon on wednesday

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 9:31 pm

Tired of political ads, with their faux hunters, cowboys and saints? Well, get off your if’s and but’s and head outdoors tomorrow night (Wed., Oct. 27) for a celestial treat — a lunar eclipse known as the Blood Moon or Hunter’s Moon. Totality will take place between 10:23 and 11:45 PM (EDT). Below are a few lunar eclipse haiku, followed by info from NASA with folklore and facts.

[photo by Lloyd Overcash]   Hunter's Moon sm:

she cools her sunburnt

face …


world of man–
even the moon

a nondrinker
the harvest moon eclipse

from David G. Lanoue‘s novel The Laughing Buddha (click to read chapt. 1)

“world of man” and “a nondrinker” by Issa, translated by D.G. Lanoue

lunar eclipse
too much cloud
for his brand new telescope

…………………………………………………………………………. by the much-missed John Crook haijinx (Vol. 1 #1, Mar 2001)

You’ll find two more lunar eclipse haiku here (William Cullen, Jr.) full moon

and here (Yvonne Carbalona) at The Heron’s Nest.

    • [from NASA] October 13, 2004: According to folklore, October’s full moon is called the Hunter’s Moon or sometimes the Blood Moon. It gets its name from hunters who tracked and killed their prey by autumn moonlight, stockpiling food for the winter ahead. You can picture them: silent figures padding through the forest, the moon overhead, pale as a corpse, its cold light betraying the creatures of the wood.

      The Blood Moon rises this year on Wednesday, Oct. 27th. At first it will seem pale and cold, as usual.

      And then … blood red.

      full moon neg It’s a lunar eclipse. Beginning at 9:14 p.m. EDT (6:14 p.m. PDT), the moon will glide through Earth’s shadow for more than three hours. Observers on every continent (map) except Australia can see the event: The pale-white moon will turn pumpkin orange as it plunges into shadow, becoming eerie red during totality. Totality will take place between 10:23 and 11:45 PM (EDT). (more)

Hunter's Moon sm:

clouds encircle
an almost-full moon —
awaiting the hunter


so orange!
tawny, she corrects
— Blood Moon


floating on the river
Hunter’s Moon tonight

……………………………………………….. by dagosan 

dagosan’s scrapbook – 2004 pt. 1

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 6:37 pm


– below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan”, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku –

 – click here for dagosan’s archive index



another stray dog



                    [Oct. 23, 2004]





just one glass of wine:

Google keeps asking

“Did you mean ______?”


                                 [for e, Oct. 23, 2004]






the silent crew scull –

coach’s angry bullhorn          

                                                 [Oct. 19, 2004] 






cold fingers —

sitting on my hands

before touching hers                       

                                              [Oct. 18, 2004]







first date:

she groans with pleasure

. . .  at my pun

                            [Oct. 20, 2004]


                   [election reactions:


late October 

tv on

sound off




“Entering Goose Creek”

the candidate

covers his behind






behind the bush –




Oct. 22, 2004 ]









the stale air

of an old man’s home —

opening my front door

                                       [Oct. 21, 2004]








seatbelts click —

wrinkles in the fabric

of freedom









she eyes his wrinkled shirt —

a seatbelt saves

another life

                                [Oct. 16, 2004] 








health food store:

unnatural sneeze

in the candle aisle

                                    [Oct. 16, 2004]










awake enough to notice


still hurts

                            [Oct. 15, 2004] 












expecting rain,

smiling at

the blue sky

                            [Oct. 14, 2004] 








holy-card clouds

in leaf-peeper heaven

— New Jersey


                                              [Oct. 13, 2004]








Columbus Day trip

red and yellow crayons

turn into stubs


                                          [Oct. 12, 2004]










place cards —

the aging bachelor dines 

with aunts, not bride’s maids


                                           [Oct. 11, 2004]










after corn on the cob

the photo album

– bittersweet

                           [Oct. 8, 2004]










waking too late

to see the dawn

– he pencils-in sunset

                                           [Oct. 7, 2004]










cute waitress –

no protest

when we say we’re old


                                        [Oct. 6, 2004] 







October sun

warms the bed

where’s that winter robe?

                                     [Oct. 5, 2004]










waking to Pledge Week –

beggars and bullies 

on the radio

                                [Oct. 4, 2004]









no nap

nor stroll

the writer grinding teeth


                                                [Oct. 3, 2004]






blinds open

to the midday sun –

summer’s gone                   

                     [Oct. 1, 2004]








thanks a lot,

clouds –

no moonshadow tonight

                                                  [Sept. 29, 2004]








just before

the pale orange moon

a bright orange sky

                                [Sept. 28, 2004]











rave reviews

for the lighting crew –

harvest moon

                              [Sept. 27, 2004]









exhaust fan


                       [Sept. 27, 2004]



scat, sun

clouds, too!

harvest moon comes tonight 



harvest moon

over Wal-Mart —

schlepping groceries    

                                         [Spet. 26, 2004]








no coffee brewing

no scent of love

to wake the hermit


                                                  [Sept. 25, 2004]





parents’ new home:

old bladders

one bathroom

                                 [Sept. 24, 2004]












siblings’ kids –

comparing their laughs,

our bald spots                   

[Sept. 25, 2004]








visiting mom and dad

faces and refrains

gettin’ old


                                        [Sept. 22 & 26,, 2004] 








last day of summer –

the old cat naps

in the sunny window         

                                        [Sept. 21, 2004] 









equinox stroll:

cold fingers

and sunglasses

                                             [Sept. 21, 2004]








caught hiding the stash –



                                           [Sept. 19, 2004]


  . . . . . 


street closed

for the Saturday Faire

the only sound is rain


                                           [Sept. 18, 2004]






unsummer day:

crisp morning

long, hot shower

                                          [Sept. 17, 2004]





ceo and counsel

deposit their checks —

none for the pensioner    


                                                 [Sept. 16, 2004, for bjg] 







October peonies –
still perfect
from the curb  

[Sept. 15, 2004]





supine at noon

sunshine spotlights

one big toe

[Sept. 14, 2004]






a breeze! 

a draft!

the window fan stirs debate     


                                                 [Sept. 13, 2004] 





september 12


and hurricanes


                                      [Sept. 12, 2004]





missing legs:

the double amputee


[Sept. 11, 2004]








hearing her pleas


her lies


            [Sept. 10, 2004]  












laundry day

more steps

than last week


             [Sept. 9, 2004]






not a dream

the mirror reflects

yesterday’s bad haircut


                                          [Sept. 8, 2004]










first day of school

bus stop horseplay 

wakes the empty-nester


             [Sept. 7, 2004]









no hot water –




                                        [Sept. 5, 2004] 










filing nails

folding briefs

the retired lawyer           

                                        [Sept. 4, 2004] 








the mosquito mugging

                                  [Sept. 3, 2004]







Labor Day

the parade ends

at the mall


                         [Sept. 2, 2004]











and syllables —

fewer is better

                      [Sept. 2, 2004, for Madeleine Kane]





ancient snapshot

their last smiles

for the camera


                         [Sept. 1, 2004]











“MRI negative” —

the same

jolt of pain                        

[Aug. 30, 2004]






extra-long shower —

haiku moments

down the drain

                              [Aug. 29, 2004]











soap-stung eyes —

an eight-year-old’s face

flashes in the mirror


                                        [Aug. 28, 2004] 










cement truck?

washing machine?

inside the MRI










orange, yellow, pink

what would you name this rose?

Day Breaker                         

[Aug. 24, 2004]







just below

the “riverview apartment” —

ten ripe garbage cans


                                        [Aug. 27, 2004] 









the groom’s family


at the bride’s family plot


                             [Aug. 26, 2004]











honking at my window —

geese above

cabbie below

                        [Sept. 19, 2004]








honking at my window —

frowns for the cabbie

smiles for the geese







sleepless night

she won’t stop

leaving me alone            

                                        [Aug. 21, 2004] 







clock tower with crescent moon

—  only the moon

follows us home                           

                 [Aug. 20, 2004] 







web-server down: 

bugs but no net

                                      [Aug. 19, 2004] 








typing stops —

laptop activist

gets off his butt                          

[Aug. 17, 2004]



[for Dafur’s victims]


their babies

never cry

never stop crying

[Aug, 25, 2004]       







it is!   it isn’t!

genocide – –

just stop it         

                  [Aug. 16, 2004]







GameBoy off —

father and son 

same show, same laugh

                                            [Aug. 15, 2004]








baker’s dozen

bagels — we eschew


[Fri., Aug.13, 2004] 






the garbage bag lands —

squirrel and I 

startle eachother








to-read list

and summer corn

growing, growing


                                [Aug. 12, 2004]









a good nap

rudely interrupted –

Urgent mail   









two flat tires and

a broken lug wrench:

the shy neighbor asks for help










     passing on a sharp curve —

take a deep breath

[Aug. 8, 2004]








flawless hosta  

between finger and thumb —

it’s real!

                                             [Aug. 7, 2004]





waking, the agnostic asks

who dried the dishes

and hung that sun? 

                                   [Aug. 6, 2004]

                                           Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 









a good pout

rudely interrupted

by impatiens

                          [Aug. 5, 2004]










mailing the letter

to the editor

making points, enemies

                                   [Aug. 5, 2004]








last night’s gentle breeze

chilly at dawn: 

bedroom fan













hardboiled mystery:

one peels easily

one doesn’t

                                 [Aug. 3, 2004]










tossing all night —

bedtime meds  

nestled in the pill box            [Aug. 2, 2004]












a welcome smile

from the past —

obituary photo












old dog and master


for the tiny spot of shade



                        Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 












the unset alarm clock –

late for church again












cycle of life?

human stain?

another laundry day











waking from a young man’s dream

last night’s body

creaks and groans









laptop warranty 

expires today –

surfing without a net                [7-27-04]











the insomniac sleeps through

the acceptance speech    











the boys grudgingly

share the hanging tire –

swing doters    












in bed 


with a nagging back










in bed 

with a nagging











to a leisurely brunch –

the migraine starts                         [7-24-04]









dad’s armchair

hindsight is

20/40                        [7-17-04]







July escape –

pensioner parked

      in front of a fan










the child runs

in tears —

“mommy, that man smiled at me!”                               














at my bedroom window 

the garbage truck                      [07-20-04]











she hears 
the repair estimate —

car sick                        [07-19-04]









waking fully dressed —

the sun brighter

than the bedside lamp











the old man stops

at a green light

driving into the sunset                        [7-17-04]




jaws clenched














mottled gray sky


grow louder                        [7-15-04]













false dawn

the paperboy hits

the snooze button                        [7-14-04]










empty punchbowl:

husband and wife

avoid the mistletoe











arm too short

hand too wide —

the space between sink and stove            [07-12-04]














Sunday ritual

coffee’s ready 

the paperboy’s late 












the taste

of coffee –

the aftertaste 










moonless night — 
above our yard 

the Goodyear Blimp


[trying to work a theme: 

frog and I


the mosquito


~ ~ ~ ~




mosquito buffet —

mangia, frogs!

mangia, bats!

~ ~ ~ ~






mosquitos for dinner —

please, mr. frog,

no leftovers



the late-riser

stays for an encore:

eyelid lightshow










by the old guy 

in the men’s room mirror                  [07-05-04]









holiday starts

like any day

toilet flushes                         [07-04-04]










children’s voices rise

one neighbor frowns

one smiles                          [07-03-04]












follow fireworks

                          [07-02-04, for e.m.]








“maintain tunnel speed”

heavy foot
suddenly light

                                           [dag, 07-01-04]  










highway patrol:


then helicopter








new paperback – –
the sun sets 
without me

                      [dag, 06-29-04; thanks a.f.] 

                              The Heron’s Nest  (March 2005)   





puckish boy
blows out 5 candles 
boomer dad beams, yawns


                        [dag, 06-28-04 – for James’  4th birthday










soccer novice 
practices his footwork: 
daughter teaching dad


                                    [dag, 06-27-04]    








still learning 
to chew slowly: 
peanut butter on toast
                                [dag, 06-26-04]











summer blockbuster

fireflies outdo



          [dag, 06-24-04]










comparing aches 

before the show —

senior organ recital

                               [dag, 06-23-04, thanks r.n.]  












her dimpled smile! 

no exclamation point 


                            [dag, 06-22-04, for k.g.]  










fireflies join

the solstice party


                               [dag, 06-20-04] 










winding road —

constantly shifting

the sun visor







high bridge:

clouds with trailers

right lane only

                     [dag, 06-19-04]









summer’s here!

worked up a sweat


[dag, 06-18-04]







guest room

old friend
on an old mattress

[dag, 06-13-04] 









it’s pink! it’s purple!

sunset inspires 

    more bickering


                                      frogpond  XXVIII: 2 (2005)









down in front!

geese upstage the hawk’s


                       [dag, 06-05-04]






full tummies
empty bladders
not for long

[dag, 06-10-04] 



may I
please turn the page?
fly on my thumb

        [dag, 06-09-04] 



have you
finished this page yet,
fly on my thumb?

        [dag, 06-10-04]



baker’s dozen 
of hovering stars 
– anny’s thirteen!

[dag, 06-04-04]   



stars gather 
fireflies ignite  
anny’s thirteen!

[dag, 06-04-04]   



storm alert
every kind of cloud  
in one sky

    [dag, 06-02-04]   Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 



a vulture discovers  
the roadkill deer 

                           [dag, 06-01-04] 



gold star nana   
holds one small hand
remembers another
                               [dag, 05-31-04]





the late Spring day
colder than it looked
                               [dag, 05-30-04]





New Guinea   
dad rather not 
talk about it
                               [dag, 05-29-04]





green carpet   
turned white overnight 
pollen magic
                               [dag, 05-28-04]




lovely new nurse:

ID’s flipped over

under her smile

              [dag, 05-26-04]






on a pudgy finger:

where’s your mommy?

              [dag, 05-21-04]





butterfly’s birth

– the unpacked swimsuit smells

of moth balls

               [dag, 05-14-04]




hot day in May —

too sticky to search

for summer clothes

                 [dag, 05-13-04]





. . hug on an angle –

it’s her due date

              [dag, 05-07-04]




the dogwood blooms:

a fat lady on tiptoes

enhales deeply

                   [dag, 05-01-04]




new paperback

the sun set without


                         [dag, 04-29-04] The Heron’s Nest  (March 2005) 



parka on its hook –

a Spring day colder

than it looks

                               [dag, 04-25-04]




earth’s birthday:

recycling our Valentine


             [dag, 04-22-04]



no more piggyback —

he’s tall enough to smile down

at my baldspot

                [dag, 04-15-04]





break out of eggshells

walk on eggshells

                         [dag, 04-09-04]



hardboiled eggs:

one peels easily

one doesn’t

                  [dag, 04-06-04]




two hours late:


                    [dag, 04-05-04]





mr. moon –

hanging ’round the neighborhood

day and night

                       [dag, 04-03-04]





from here

they could be mountains –

clouds at sunset

                [dag, 04-03-04]   Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005)




warm enough

to sit on the bench

– for two minutes

                         [dag, 03-24-04]






colder than my fingers –

first day of Spring

                    [dag, 03-20-04]






winter’s last day –

early signs of Spring

covered in white

                      [dag, 03-19-04]





St. Pat’s Day:

clearing out snow

not snakes

                      [dag, 03-16-04]





the ice floe
flaps and flies away:
see gullible
                   [dag, 03-10-04]




morning runners
stroll this afternoon –
ice floes
                   [dag, 03-08-04]





traffic stops:
living next door to
an ice jam
                      [dag, 03-06-04]




one glimpse
of the misty river –
brain fog lifted

               [dag, 03-06-04]




noticed that tree until
this sunset



after writing all day
sore butt, too



almost dusk
driving while distracted
by tree after tree





Homer was right:
the waking sun makes
rosy fingers





new desk chair
different body parts
ache tonight

                   [dag, 02-20-04]




winter twins – 
only one tree blossomed 
last Spring

                      [02-17-04, for DSB]


winter twins – –

which tree blossomed

last Spring?

         [dag, 02-17-04, rev’d -3-13-04, for DSB]

           Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 




smoke and shouts
from apartment two 
new neighbors



Feb. 14 . . .

mailbox filled with cards

from relatives





mom’s genes:

coffee-talk about






frozen waves

hello-goodbye along

the icy river

                   [Feb. 9, 2004]




digital age –

at the keyboard watching

aging digits







moon and light bulb

burned out





sunset upstaged:
a flying squirrel becomes
a star





attractive nuisance:
tripping on a rock while 
tripping on the moon




the early alarm
is quickly forgiven:
pink-cloud morning 


waiting undressed
to meet the new doctor
cold feet

               [01-27-04 (thanks, Alice]




waking alone 
the morning after:
dirty dishes




four-day deep freeze   
three children stand still    
on the river





cloud-covered twilight   
re-setting the printer    
to grayscale




each day
a bedroom delight –    
stained glass window  





the river’s frozen:    
can we walk on water  




never knew   
the name of that alley:  
new eyeglasses




so cold outside   
the furnace never stops–  
windows cracked an inch




afghan warming  
on the radiator —  
brilliantly misplaced




she lures me to the kitchen  
peeled tangerine
                                 [01-03-04, HSA, 2004 Members’ Anthology]



hours of screeching 
bring no reply 
where’s my internet?

dining alone:  
new New Year’s tradition, 
with egg salad


warm enough 
to linger at the river 
year-end bonus





white to pink– 
who painted the clouds while 
we shopped for wine?
                                         [12-27-03, Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) ]





through sleepy eyes: 
a crow glides past the window
then the hawk





rain pelting snowbanks —
icy sidewalks lead to 
mist on the river


travels through his chest
no trip home this year




last stamp licked
the holiday enelope 


lips and tongues
our traditional Christmas





nobody bothers to find
the mistletoe





blue sky
behind bare branches
year-end bonus
                              [12-18-03, Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) ]




Tuesday lunch –
“rains ev’ry darn weekend”
says dad’s dementia 




stomache ache
has all my attention
no haiku today?





two feet
of snow out the window —
mine stop at the door




typing stops —
a perfect cloud floats past
the window-framed sky 





no one in sight
     she’s hugging warm laundry
       straight from the dryer


alone –
warm laundry

     [06/12/04, The Heron’s Nest March 2005]


birthday week
thought after thought about
body parts




fingers like ice —
remember when I liked
that Eagles song?

trickle of blood
in the same spots each day
decades shaving face





first glimpse
of the just-lighted tree
full moon parts the clouds




this neck
achier than ever
fifty-fourth birthday







after gnocchi bolognese

birthday boy grows









sitting indoors
with cold fingers and toes
Middle Age lament







poking a cold nose
from under warm blankets
that squirrel and I







summer foe
a winter friend
sunny window 







thank you, glacier,
for letting that river
follow this highway







scraping the windshield
first snowfall without you
and our garage





truckload of spruce –
roadside survivors

at attention




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