The following are all my poems published in Tsuri-dōrō since it began in 2021, with my most recent poems shown first.
mindful
of nothing
neon buddha
leaving home . . .
winter sky
in my daughter’s eyes
Valentine’s Day—
she reminds me
to fasten my seatbelt
morning chill . . .
the bag of marbles
shifts on the shelf
warm winter evening—
the chairs askew
after the poetry reading
Michael Dylan Welch has been investigating haiku since 1976. He cofounded Haiku North America in 1991 and the American Haiku Archives in 1996. He founded the Tanka Society of America in 2000 and National Haiku Writing Month in 2010. He has directed the Seabeck Haiku Getaway since 2008, served two terms as poet laureate for Redmond, Washington, and is president of the Redmond Association of Spokenword. One of his translations from the Japanese appeared on the back of 150 million US postage stamps, and he was also keynote speaker for an annual Haiku International Association conference in Tokyo. His haiku, tanka, longer poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in hundreds of journals and anthologies, and in 76 books he’s edited or written. Michael documents his writing life at Graceguts.com.
freedom’s just
another word . . .
deep woods
to think that I saw it
on Mulberry Street
mulberries
ghost story
circling the campfire
rumours of an owl
lost-dog poster—
a Dudley Carter totem
rotting in the rain
deep woods . . .
the reflecting pond isn’t still
when I sit long enough
#22, July/August 2024 (learn more about Dudley Carter)
willows by the creek —
I wonder why we’re talking
about profit margins
shooting star—
my child asks
where God came from
wildfire haze—
flag up
on the rural mailbox
the ivy now
turned to crimson—
first report card
job interview—
too hazy to see
the distant mountain
waning summer . . .
the pilcrows showing
in my Word file
peppered with crows the pumpkin patch
your hand in mine—
the fullness
of tonight’s sky
summer night—
I close Peggy’s book
to hear the rain
thundersnow—
the price of roses
on Valentine’s Day
Yosemite stars—
if only there were fireflies
to go with the view
poetry conference—
the organizer’s name badge
upside-down
childhood veggies—
wondering now
if I’m big and strong