Friday, July 01, 2016


This is the home of the e pluribus haiku series, of which e pluribus haiku 2016 is the most recent version. This is the second version with 1000, with a substantial number for each state (and the District of Columbia), and at least one within each season within each state.

The political people who are reading this, many of whom are my friends, may wonder immediately which side I'm on. Frankly, I'm a traveler, an outsider, even in my own country, and I try not to take sides. As a writer, I align things ironically, and you may take offense at that, if you hold your flag or other things sacred. But I don't apologize for that; I love my country, it's a beautiful country, and I can get people to see certain truths about it, that can only be good for it. I write this series as a tribute, since all fifty states are unique in their own way, and the whole country as a tapestry is incredibly rich and beautiful.

Scroll down the template a ways and you'll find that virtually every poem published was published here first. This site was originally intended to show how links can be used in poems; as a project, it has a long and interesting history. More about that here.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

CMLL Poetry Reading

e pluribus haiku was performed at the CMLL Poetry Reading today, May 11, on the Texas Tech campus, Lubbock TX. You may wonder where this poetry can be heard. Let this report answer your concern.

Friday, April 15, 2016

e pluribus haiku 2016

my pride & joy; in time for international haiku day. About 500 of the haiku are new, and there is enough modification that each state is very different from last year. Available at Amazon by clicking the picture, or at the createspace store, which has the author's biography.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

school performance

At Roscoe Wilson Elementary, Fri. Oct. 23. I read from e pluribus haiku, and also a Dr. Seuss-genre poem. More about it here.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

e pluribus haiku 2015

Friday, June 19, 2015


iced tea, mint, sugar
calhoun county’s best manners –
little extra sugar

gadsden barbeque –
no matter how hard times are,
y’all’re welcome for th’fourth

she’s back ‘n fairhope f’r th’fourth
a town that’s absorbed ‘n itself,
kind of refreshing

fishing th'tombigbee, 
his sultry prison 'f a town's
million miles away

kudzu chokes back road,

ominous warning posted -
go back to mobile 

clanton tourists' tale -

came hundreds 'f miles in this heat 
to pay our respects

picnic near clanton
their honor, their lives, bound
t’ th’confederacy 

clanton picnic tale –
he knows th’confed’rate gen’rals,
names his sons after’m

shocked t’see th’yankee hat
on th’red clay bama backroads –
little out of place

midnight trucker’s voice,
they’re burning tires up ahead –
then, th’crickets ‘f fort payne

good manners steeping, 
iced tea, mint, lemon, sugar -
sweet heart of dixie 

nice fiddle ya got

come up blount mount'n, he says - got 
folks play all summer 

muscle shoals fiddler –
used t’ th’summers ‘n’ th’culture of th’place,
loves those dixie songs

trowbridge egg n' olive -
iced tea to cool the tongue, from 
florence gossip's sting

fairhope maiden's wish -

her own front porch, summer read,
someone to talk to

fairhope, she says, town
where folks notice ev’rything,
‘n’ summer still drags on

excited ‘bout th’tide,
eager t’take that hopped up truck
‘n’ parade th’red colors


old yankee hat on 
rider, old 'bama clay in 
truck, fall sky outside

her wood’s cut and stacked,
guy ‘n th’old truck, ‘bama clay,
drops off th’venison

'bama fans trashing 
auburn streets - college prank, 'cept
they aren't in college

don’t care f’r th’college kids –
he’s fixin’ t’do some damage
when th’tide beats auburn

twenty near ranburne
rolling hills, autumn fog, dusk,
th’u.f.o. was real

confederate flag,
united we stand sticker- 
'bama football day

ranburne trucker’s tale –
th’saucer landed ‘n th’autumn fog,
right along twenty

behold, the first frost,
th’hanging bottles, th’morning sun –
two-lane t’montgom’ry 

bottles hang from th’trees –
first frost, two-lane t’montgom’ry,
walk past th’eerie light

dothan laundromat -

young boy, inconsolable
saw santa drinking

road forks in mobile -

cut north to face family,
or winter on gulf

coden temple gift,

from shrimper's wife to buddha - 
new year's storm hits gulf

coden shrimper’s boat –
hull ‘n’ ornament, all they found,
after th’new year’s storm


eastbound at grand bay,  
epiph'ny wind - unprepared,
for dawn's light'n her eyes

space heater, packed church - 

sand mountain snakes stay in box,
amens all around


b’lieve god speaks through th’snakes,
but th’sand mountain church burned down –
left th’space heater on


plain old city bus, 
a mid-winter way to work - 
selma's reflection

selma bus ‘n winter,
take it just for th’experience –
often late, she says

standing by th’trash can,
burning th’news t’keep warm, telling
why ‘t’s called ‘bombingham’

trash can fire, share th’heat
th’black folks ‘n th’city can tell you
th’hist’ry ‘f “bombingham

blount mountain music –
so good, he says, ya tend t’forget
y’ain’t worked all winter


ain't been this cold in 
gadsden, she says, since th'war of
northern aggression


not much to see here,
grim march rain's soaking florence,
blues in muscle shoals

dothan court, spring day,
she mutters about justice -
her son’s still locked up

gadsden magnolia,
flowers, strong ‘n’ fragrant – behind th’bush,
they’ve thrown some beer cans

inside th’van, th’guitar –
no money, th’grim ‘bama spring,
‘n’ now, ‘t’s raining again

rain, mobile exits,
on t’ward th’new orleans blood bank –
somewhere, it’s easter

from montgom'ry west,
spring dawn wakens th'countryside, 

ir'n rails sing f'r freedom 

th’local lass jumps th’train –
west from montgomery, th’flow’rs,
th’valleys call to her

th’trees’re blooming ‘n dothan
outside th’courthouse, th’mother yells,
no justice f’r th’poor folks!

westbound, seminole,
green-eyed lass, bouquet ‘f flowers
he’s stopped in his tracks


lives on th’styx, th'flowers 
are all over th’place – he tries
t’imagine stopping

it’s honeysuckle

she says – he admits he’s not
from alabama

flowers on th’river styx
surprised you’d notice, what with
all th’honeysuckle

rains pound birmingham, 
bright unmatched sock - another
laundromat easter 

Thursday, June 18, 2015


camping near northway
wakes up t’find mouse using
th’hole in th’bug’s floorboards

delaney park strip,
th’fireworks – outside town, the bush,
th’purple swirling lights


huge feast, out in th’bush –
miles from th’d’laney park fireworks,
they share their whole world

in denali's lap,
a field of ripe blueberries -
th'old bear takes a breath

th’guy flips his kayak
quick bath ‘n th’clear blue alcan lake
which seems t’have no name

awkward, th’broken pack
from th’kenai, sparkle ‘f th’sea’s edge,
‘n’ money won’t buy much

short hike into th’bush
th’ev’ning sun sets ‘t tok junction
th’bear, too, has noticed

tok junction camper
haunted by th’impounded cars
back ‘t th’yukon border

through th’yukon border
th’image ‘f th’impounded cars ‘n’ trucks
sticks with’m all summer

purple lights swirling -
heavens' light show pins their backs
to th'northern tundra

purple swirling lights –
not th’normal earth we lie on,
it’s arctic tundra

tokyo to new york,
her plane laid over 'n anch'rage -
that sun never set

tok junction campsite,
stuck at fork in road - okay
'til 'bout september

anchorage harbor -
sunset turns into sunrise
slowly, in silence

ninilchik harbor -
onion dome reaches for moon,
salmon boat docks full

road to ninilchik
in th’boat, watch th’long sunset, then,
haul in th’salmon nets


seasick and sleepless,
hauls th’kenai salmon in th’boat,
wonders where th’night went

near tok, ancient saab -
vermont tags, loaded down with
alcan gravel dust

loaded down old saab,
close t’ th’gravel – th’alcan dust
covers th’vermont tags

anch’rage, its bleakest –
th’cold august rains pound th’laundry,
he calls home collect

fairbanks mission soup,
still warm as days get shorter -
stay for the oil boom?

sitka cann’ry tale -
mind-numbing season ‘f fish heads,
money t’burn on drink

sitka canner’s tale
thousands of fish heads ‘n august,
but now th’money’s gone

th’first chill catches him –
alcan dust, vast wilderness,
he turns back t’whitehorse

down'n tok he'll decide,
hitch t'th'forty-eight for winter,
or cut back t'kenai

since th'night th'grateful dead
came t'anch'rage, endless darkness,
pale lights've been his stage

new year’s eve, and th’moose
crashes palmer man’s party –
quits drinking for good

wolf moon, bering sea -
from th'airplane, earth's ghostly face -
tea, while others sleep

d'nali train has t'stop -
man, dog, long trek t'their cabin
by dark 'n' snowed-in trail


man ‘n’ dog, th’whiteout storm,
hear th’railway – but only th’dog
is sure it will stop

frozen road’s smoother,
says th’bearded alcan trucker –
but you can’t break down

from th’cabin in th’bush
he watches the blizzard downtown
on th’fairbanks webcam

cold, rain, fog - juneau's
best valentine flowers, but
she misses texas

th’snow melt brings th’hunger,
‘n’ th’morning sun’s on denali
th’bear, too, likes th’berries

otherworldly robe,
feet on fresh-turned earth - kenai
sun on old b'liever

on th’hill ‘bove homer,
th’old believer tills his earth
eyes on th’western sky

sitka fishing boat
saved those deer from certain death -
frigid march waters

fairbanks library –
she tells about her dogs, ‘n’ why it’s
all about winning

changed her life th’first time
she saw them pull th’sled – on th’map,
traces th’iditarod

in willow, th’mushers,
off t’skwarentna and yentna –
th’blizzard clouds th’vision

skwarentna ‘n’ yentna,
th’worst ‘f all blizzards – lost two dogs,
but still finished th’race

single ptarmigan,
a stunted spruce, a spring cover -
freeze-dried blueberries

eight straight days of rain,
not a road out of the place -
juneau in april

'n tolkeetna cabin,
she's so far from home, but here's
'r field 'f forget-me-nots

field ‘f forget-me-nots
moved t’tolkeetna t’get away,
now he’s everywhere

sets out from fairbanks,
explores th’vast wilderness, loves
th’days that last f’rever

dreamed 'v northern lights f'years,
one week they came up t'fairbanks,
'n'june rains settled in

near prince william sound,
week in an alpine meadow -
devil's clubs talk back

short growing season
anch’rage gard’ner tells ‘bout th’world’s
biggest dand’lions