Trump loves four dollar gas and he doesn’t care about you. He’s a rich guy who rides first-class. Yeah, Trump loves four dollar gas. Who makes him rich? The middle class. He has said in many interviews, that he loves four dollar gas, and he doesn’t care about you. #poetry #micropoetry

slicing tomatoes for sandwiches at dusk listen to her day #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku dusk 

continue talking keep writing and keep stepping footsteps during dusk #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku dusk  

lamplit winter fog veterans cemetery during Covid #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku lamplight 

amber lamplight illuminates desert streets wandering tumbleweeds #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku lamplight

Denny’s at half past three when stars are courting clouds, the tweakers are napping, and the cops pay their bill, smile rather than tip, and saunter away when the cooks go on smoke break leaving the waitress, and that one guy driving the mop, both of whom follow the recipe. #Poetry #MicroPoetry 

chance meetings are not sips of tea or falling leaves but barely spring snow #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku barely spring 

More practice for October #inktober #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt barely spring

hopes for fall spring like a barely opened guidebook and forgotten leaves #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku barely spring 

joyful green grass shoots excited with today’s rain— new heatwave next week #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku joy

Don the Con ate him some chocolate cake during his catering truck escapade. Everyone loves chocolate cake. Peel the cellophane, let the aroma sneak in to clear that stress away. Yeah, Dan the Con munched on and devoured chocolate cake and didn’t share. I need chocolate cake. #Poetry #MicroPoetry

Getting ready for October #inktober #poetry

My feet have got that itch to roam fallen leaves. Autumn’s too far away. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku fallen

boisterous thunder in her laughter shakes the worms from under the dirt  #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku boisterous 

Quite cool, K.’s into fletcherizing, but I love pastrami burgers. #Poetry #Authors Franz Kafka I drew the illustration below several years ago for my WordPress blog.

The spiral caught me again in the wind like a dead cockroach husk. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku. Spiral

Leave your master. Leave your Lord. Return, return, and sit next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Share her labor. Share her chores. She’s wise with a wide aprons, soft hands, and rosy cheeks. Feed her children. Feed the chickens in her yard. She’ll thank you and bake you bread. #Poetry #MicroPoetry

Hawk glares across the highway to Raven roosting— big rigs fly between. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku hawk

Polaris hides behind eastbound clouds bearing rain. Fall’s coming, they call. #Haiku #Poetry 

Just keep stepping thousands of centipede like footsteps through cold rain. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku cold rain

we stopped during a cold rain and watched the forest fire #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku 

pit barbecued pig beef sausage pack all the flavor in Napili surfing the breaking gray waves and smelling all the good food #Poetry #Tanka #TravelFood 

end of August comes my packing’s almost complete ready to move north #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku pack 

travel north for burritos and fountain drinks and cooler temps #haiku #poetry

daisies spring from the oddest places— cool summer rain #haiku #poetry

Haze from distant fires obscures far Timpanogoes— sleep sweet princess sleep. #haiku #poetry

Smoldering autumn leaves spread her scent across the hills— grey rain is coming. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku leaves

They’re not defending him now. They’re defending themselves —little red hats. #Poetry #Senryu 

blowing leaves from under the prickly pear scattering grasshoppers #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku leaves 

colors spread across the horizon red and gold as the sun falls #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku fall colors