Mike is a quiet vegan haiku poet living in the North Woods of Michigan.
a fly lands on my crotch hell i wasnt using it anyway
Prune Juice Journal Issue 14, November 2014
five below zero my neighbor covers his virgin mary
Prune Juice Journal Issue 15, March 2015
satellite internet encrypting a text to my wife
Prune Juice Journal Issue 16, July 2015
sleep walking i trip over five hundred sheep
bitter cold the high quick steps of the dog
Prune Juice Journal Issue 18, March 2016
simplicityi need so many wordsto explain it
it… the gravity of pronouns always brings me down
photoshop i add the day moon to my selfie
Prune Juice Journal Issue 19, July 2016
in the mind of someone else a version of me
pulling the twilight around me turning seventy
waxing zen i mention that we are all one the room empties
looking out the window the window looks at me
filling the barrel with my thoughts spring rain
breakfast kiss sharing the egg whiteon our tongues
Simply Haiku Volume 1, Issue 1; July 2003
in my kitchen the tea kettle whistles to Bach
origamithree folds ago . . .is when I blew it!
Under the Basho, Autumn 2013